Half an hour later, Su Nanzhi looked at the pan-fried chicken breast with fresh seasonal vegetables in front of her, then glanced at the steak, king crab, and red wine in front of Jiang Beiyu.
"?"
What's the deal?
"Teacher Jiang, is this what you call a 'feast'?"
Jiang Beiyu gave a gentle smile, "Su Xiaozhi, I wasn't aware of your health condition before, but now that I am, of course, I must pay attention to your diet. Heart patients should go for a low-fat diet, so thinking about enjoying rich, spicy foods at my place is out of the question."
Su Nanzhi: "..."
So he says he wants to treat her to a feast, but actually it's about her watching him enjoy one?
For a moment, Su Nanzhi's mind was filled with unspoken complaints and silent rage.
In fact, the meal in front of Su Nanzhi didn't look too bad either, but with Jiang Beiyu's promised "feast" as a comparison, and seeing how much he enjoyed his meal, it created a psychological gap for her.
