Mo Yuqi quickly opened her eyes and apologized, "Ren Feng, are you okay? I didn't mean to..."
Ren Feng smiled, "It tastes good, doesn't it?"
"It's okay."
The flickering candlelight cast a rosy hue on Mo Yuqi's cheeks, making her look even more radiant and captivating.
Upon hearing this, Mo Yuqi hurriedly said, "No need, I can do it myself."
She then picked up her piece of bread, smeared it messily with caviar sour cream, and stuffed it into her mouth. Ren Feng guessed that Mo Yuqi finally tasted the true flavor of the caviar.
Soon, the French soup and main course were served one after another, and Mo Yuqi eased her initial shyness during the conversation with Ren Feng.
Seeing the glow of the French steak on Mo Yuqi's plate, Ren Feng had an idea and said, "Yuqi, I want to taste how the French steak is too."
"Sure." Mo Yuqi responded, skillfully cutting a big piece and intending to fork it onto Ren Feng's plate.
