"Tournedos of tenderloin with Sarawak black pepper and butter mousse, roasted with charcoal aroma..."
Winter was studying the incomprehensible French intently. As she furrowed her brow, cute wrinkles formed on her round forehead.
"Spring vegetables cocotte glazed in jus de boeuf... foie gras royale... Ha ha, what does all this mean?"
As Winter burst into clear laughter, Ryan found himself laughing along without realizing it.
It was all quite troublesome how even such insignificant gestures seemed adorable to him.
"I don't know what it is, but it's really delicious. This is such a happy dinner, isn't it? Thank you, Mr. Nam!"
Winter looked up and smiled brightly.
As Ryan was smiling and about to reply that he felt the same, his phone on the table vibrated briefly.
Ryan casually touched his phone to open the message.
"Ryan! It's Mia from Burning Hall :) If you want to see Serin's family, you can come today. They've even reserved the Almang train."
