"You can only pick up each dish five times at most. That's a lot for one serving." SUN gestured by holding it with chopsticks.
The servant on the side was about to talk about the rules, but SUN got the better of him, and he felt a little embarrassed.
"I have to take one bite of the dish I least want to eat, and the portion is so large." SUN said speechlessly, "Just because there are so many, the old devil said it is elegant."
The servant said: "Master is not here, no one is allowed to use chopsticks. This is the most important point."
As he said that, he took SUN's chopsticks and was about to put them next to the bowl.
"Sitting posture, young master, I have taught you the most basic sitting posture many times." (English)
The servant patted SUN on the back and asked him to sit down.
In fact, Jing Jiaren has also taught me about the sitting posture, but it is not that strict... Do you have to eat with your back erect? Is it too harsh?
At this moment, a burst of footsteps sounded from a doorway.
This restaurant is surrounded by doors. It is extremely luxurious and huge...
Even if Mr. Ximen is having a meal, there are so many people following behind him, it is really a big battle.
A row of personal guards stood in a row behind the chief seat.
Vic opened the chair and respectfully invited Mr. Ximen to take a seat. He put a clean napkin on the back of his right hand and stood upright in case he needed it at any time.
First, the maid used a silver soup pot to serve soup on everyone's plates.
The soup set is like a teapot. The eagle's beak pours the fragrant soup into a thin layer on top of the shallow mouth.
SUN said: "There are only a few mouthfuls of this soup, it's not enough to fill your teeth, right?"
Jing Jiaren: "Well, SUN needs to learn the rules and be polite."
No wonder Ximen Longting's elegance is not all innate...it is inseparable from his upbringing since childhood.
You don’t need to make a sound when drinking soup, so you don’t need anyone to teach you...
Jing Jiaren has taught SUN the most basic principles.
However, SUN didn't use a spoon. She put her little face on the dining table and sucked the soup directly from the plate. Her posture was cute and cute.
Jing Jiaren coughed: "SUN!" It was intentional, right?
SUN pouted and looked at Mr. Ximen with a hint of provocation.
But the strange thing is that Mr. Ximen frowned coldly and didn't say much.
Watching Ximen Fenglie eat is definitely a pleasure.
Sitting upright, holding a spoon, his face is as handsome as a painting, and his facial features are sharp and deep.
"I know the old devil's favorite food is caviar and truffles!"
Jing Jiaren: "..." The boy's observation skills are pretty good.
"He'll hit it five times a time!"
All the adults were silent.
Mr. Ximen was holding caviar on his chopsticks, his face was slightly cold, and he put it aside without moving again.
SUN had a childlike look on his face, picked up half a plate of caviar, put it on the plate, and pushed it over there.
Mr. Ximen had a straight face and stared at SUN deeply, with something unfathomable flashing through his eyes...
Only Jing Jiaren knows. Does this boy want Mr. Ximen to break the rules first, and then he can concentrate on eating the dishes he wants to eat?
Unfortunately, his little idea was not allowed, and Vic took the plate away to a servant nearby.
"Young Master, it's best not to exchange food at the dinner table."
"Hmph, the queen and I often feed each other... It's boring for the old devil to be so strict."
"..."
"Queen, give me artificial respiration." SUN pouted, biting half a piece of beef.
Jing Jiaren coughed awkwardly and her eyes hinted: "Stop making trouble and eat quickly."