It was the first time he had ever heard someone dislike London because of Big Ben. Indeed... Su Ziceng shook his head helplessly; artists truly have the most peculiar temperaments.
"Master Rang says I'm rude, fine, but why does he say I'm slow?" Hang Yishao felt both embarrassed and somewhat unwilling to accept this after being interrupted by Master Rang.
"Slow is slow, oh, the food is here," the waiter brought the dishes, and Miss Bao Qin laughed, her gaze lingering on the young couple. Master Rang was mocking, and Hang Yishao's soul was captivated, yet he didn't know how to express his feelings. In the end, Miss Bao Qin couldn't keep up her laugh; everyone loves to point fingers at others, but how many realize they do the same.
The dishes were indeed exquisite, both in seasoning and preparation, one notch above the rest. It is only in such a setting and such restaurants that one can enjoy truly authentic French cuisine.
