Full of curiosity, as if it were some intriguing novelty.
Fortunately, the host of this place didn't mind at all, and instead, showed a satisfied gaze, as if the guests' sense of fulfillment was her honor as the host.
Fang Hong had something on his mind, sampling just a bit of each dish.
The dish he fancied most, however, was the stew—when the amber-colored meat chunk was gently bitten, the fragrant juices burst forth in the mouth like a melting hot stream, with sweetness and savoriness flowing straight into the depths of the heart.
His furrowed brow relaxed, revealing a look of surprise.
Princess Rupert seemed to notice this detail and said, "This is sand dragon meat, Mr. Ade."
With a sudden snort, Ai Xiaoxiao almost spat out the piece of meat in her mouth, the juices choking her through the nose, leaving her coughing half to death. Tang Xin quickly put down her knife and fork and patted her back.
She said irritably, "Are you courting death?"
