The diner gradually got more crowded.
Zhao Tianlei did not look around at the people.
However, he noticed that quite a few men were looking his way, or more precisely, at his wife.
What are you looking at, don't you have wives?
Zhao Tianlei's face remained composed, but he cursed furiously inside.
Yun Xiaoxiao hadn't heard music in a very long time, the violin played was very mood-setting.
It seemed to instantly pull her back to her memories in the twenty-first century.
The steak arrived quickly.
Looking at all the knives and forks, how do I use these?
Zhao Tianlei wanted to ask.
Then he saw his wife holding the fork with her left hand and the knife with her right, cutting a small piece off a large chunk of meat on the plate.
"Try it, the taste is very good."
Zhao Tianlei imitated his wife's actions to cut the meat.
Many people saw Yun Xiaoxiao use the knife and fork so skillfully, and guessed that she might not be from Jingdu, probably from Hong Kong.
