After the meal, Bai Yu sat on the sofa with a glass of red wine and drank with Qin Xiao.
Xiao Li saw that he was still drinking without a care, realizing he hadn't grasped the real meaning behind her arrangement of the meal, sighed inwardly, and spoke as soon as he finished his glass, "Bai Yu, did anything seem odd to you during our meal earlier?"
Upon hearing Xiao Li's question, Bai Yu was momentarily confused. Odd? What was odd?
"No, didn't we just enjoy a nice meal?"
Xiao Li rolled her eyes wildly, "No wonder you're single."
Bai Yu placed his wine glass on the table, "Xiao Li, what are you trying to say?"
Xiao Li decided to get straight to the point, "Today's Western meal was indeed arranged especially for you, but the meaning of the arrangement wasn't because of your fondness for Western cuisine. It was to show you the feeling when a table features foods from two different countries, and everyone at the table is eating different things.
