The reserved spot was upstairs in a VIP private room.
The owner knew Ashton Heath's identity and respectfully led the two upstairs. The private room was in the best position, by the window, so they could enjoy fondue while admiring the snowy scenery outside.
At this moment, the snow was falling more heavily than before.
"Mr. Ashton, Ms. Joanna, please wait a moment. I'll prepare everything for you right away."
After greeting them, the owner left to make preparations.
In a short while, a waiter brought the red, boiling Fondue Base. Joanna Lawrence had ordered a butter split pot. As the pot simmered and the butter melted, the rich and spicy aroma entered Joanna's nostrils, making her mouth water.
The smell was simply too tempting.
Joanna Lawrence loved fondue, and she considered herself a foodie in this regard.
Having eaten so much fondue, she had gained experience and skill in this area.
