Meeting Madame Mu's gaze, Xicheng's lips lifted subtly.
A minor incident had swiftly passed.
As the conversation shifted from the vineyard to business matters, the main course was served.
"Here's Kobe beef steak, air-freighted in just an hour ago. Please everyone, taste and see how it is," Gai Yu offered with earnest attentiveness.
Madame Mu eyed the steak in front of her with difficulty.
Her right hand was severely burnt, leaving her unable to exert strength. It was challenging enough to cut through liver, let alone steak, but it seemed impolite not to eat any at such an occasion.
Just as she gritted her teeth, preparing to grasp the knife, Xicheng across from her had already spoken up.
"This kind of beef is tough to cut. How about I ask the chef to cut it for you?"
Madame Mu was about to express her gratitude when Qin Zhaoyang, sitting beside her, preempted her response.
"No need."
