Chen Shiqing glanced through the menu, then looked up at the man across from her.
"Nancheng… why don't you do the ordering?"
After Chen Shiqing spoke, Qiao Yin felt it was awkward to chime in.
Qiao Mo was browsing the menu on the side, her eyes shining, almost drooling.
Indeed… I didn't feel hungry until I sat down.
But now, looking at the menu, it's simply unbearable.
She glanced at Fu Nancheng, who was engrossed in the menu, not intending to speak.
Qiao Mo had a slight internal struggle, then unabashedly said to the waiter, "One order of this steak… this foie gras… this… this and this!"
Chen Shiqing's eye twitched, giving Qiao Mo a slightly disdainful look.
Still a girl.
Doesn't know how to be reserved at all.
Presumably, if not for that similar face, Nancheng probably wouldn't spare her a glance.
"Alright, miss. Anything else you need?"
Qiao Mo counted on her fingers and realized she might have ordered too much.
