In a private dining room, Zhang Bin and Liu Ruomei were having a meal.
Zhang Bin had ordered mixed grill pasta and a glass of iced milk tea. He seldom ate Western food, so he also asked the waiter for a pair of chopsticks. Grabbing a pork chop, he chewed away with gusto, tossing the knife and fork to the side.
Liu Ruomei almost ran for the door. Where had she ever seen anyone eat Western food like this?
Now, she was one hundred percent certain that the young man named Chen Junheng in front of her had probably never eaten Western food before. In other words, he might have come from the countryside and had not seen much of the world.
Luckily, she saw a special quality about Zhang Bin—a kind of disdainful aura. It was only because of this that she forcefully suppressed the urge to flee.
She ordered a steak and a cup of coffee, cutting and eating gracefully with her knife and fork.
