Soon, the tea house served some dim sum and their signature dishes.
"Come sit." Sylvan Cheney pulled out a chair for her, setting up chopsticks and napkins.
"Why bring me to a tea house? I want to eat meat." Jasmine Yale patted her stomach, huffing, "This is a time when I need nutrition, I have to eat meat."
"All you know is eating meat?"
"Hmm, isn't that fine?"
"No, I love meat too." Saying this, Sylvan gave her a meaningful glance, yet his actions were exceedingly graceful, gentlemanly, with a teasing charisma.
Jasmine felt something was off but couldn't pinpoint what.
Under the lights, she glanced at Sylvan twice, his clean shirt unwrinkled, looking handsome and appealing.
"What kind of tea do you like?" Sylvan glanced at the menu, "Do you like fruit tea?"
"What's their signature tea here?"
"Aged Pu'er, but it's not suitable for you to drink; you can try it after you've had the baby."
"Will you still be by my side after I have the baby?"
