And the consequence of not learning...
Yan Xiaye secretly glanced at Yin Mo's smooth and graceful movements, raised her fingertip to touch the longest fork and hesitated without making the same choice as Yin Mo.
Although she had never eaten French cuisine in such a formal setting, she vaguely remembered that each fork had a different use, and the dish she ordered was different from Yin Mo's, meaning the reference value was probably far less than she had imagined.
But if so, including herself, all four of them had ordered different dishes, so whose example should she follow for the best guidance?
In just a few short minutes, Li Yuntang naturally noticed Yan Xiaye's predicament.
He glanced at the three forks, ignored Yin Mo's invitation, and directly took the one closest to his hand.
