Steak with foie gras, pan-seared eel, seafood pizza, authentic Italian pasta...
Su Liuli seemed to frequent Babino Restaurant often, having memorized some of the delicious dishes by heart, and even specifically ordered a bottle of Lafite from the restaurant's own wine cellar, making the dinner exceptionally rich.
Because in the past two years, Ye Fan had been sent out on missions by Chu Xuanji several times and had visited other major leagues, he was not unfamiliar with Western cuisine. Although his dining posture could not be described as elegant, it was certainly up to standard.
"Hey, Ye Fan, didn't you say you grew up in the mountains and this is your first time coming to the city from the mountains, how come you're so adept with the knife and fork?" Seeing Ye Fan's standard dining movements, Su Liuli blinked her eyes, full of curiosity.
Ye Fan curled his lips, "Haven't eaten pork, but have you never seen a pig run?"
"You..."
