"Sir, the dishes are ready, please try them and see how they taste," the young woman said.
She gestured for someone nearby to bring over the fine wine on the table.
Just as the wine was about to reach Zhang Xiaohao's lips, his playful voice rang out.
"I've given you a chance, yet you still don't know how to cherish it!"
"Sir, I don't understand what you're saying. This is the exquisite wine from my shop, and my signature dish. Please try the taste," the young woman said with a fleeting look of panic in her eyes, though she concealed it well, thinking Zhang Xiaohao hadn't noticed. In truth, nothing escaped his gaze.
"Is that so? Then I gift you this cup of wine. Drink it," Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.
"Sir, my family is here, and it's improper for a woman like me to drink. If you wish, we can find a quiet place to talk after we've enjoyed the meal," she said with a flash of panic and deliberate coyness.
