"Do you understand now?" Liu Jingjing asked gently after explaining, setting down the knife and fork in her hands.
"Sort of... I guess I remember, but I feel our ancestors' chopsticks are more useful. At least they don't have so many rules; you just pick them up and use them, no problems at all."
Zhang Xiaobei clumsily picked up the knife and fork and vigorously attacked the Wellington steak, but despite expending a great deal of effort, he couldn't cut a single piece.
And, he almost dropped the steak, which had just been served, onto the floor.
"Don't rush, there are three different knives, the one in your hand is for cutting vegetables, you should use this one," she said.
"Miss, hello." At that moment, a beautiful waitress approached with a tray. "This is the wine that Mr. Fang from table one has sent you."
As she spoke, the waitress gently placed a bottle of red wine in front of Liu Jingjing.
