Yang Ming watched Cheng Ling calmly order a crystal deer hoof, which hurt her. The price shown on it was zero. It turns out that this person is not a fuel-efficient lamp, Yang Ming thought in his heart, but it didn't show on the surface.

After all, in order to forge his own flying spiritual weapon, he smashed all his spiritual stones into it. The huge spiritual stones at that time could actually create a medium to large sect.

After all, as a man, what’s wrong with spending some money? What’s wrong?

Then he looked at Cheng Ling with pain and ordered a Gem Country. Gem Country is a dish? Are you sure it's not jade, agate or something? Otherwise, why is it so expensive?

In the end, Yang Ming ordered the 498 tea that he just saw for the first time.

"Sir, beauty, I ordered a total of five dishes and a pot of tea. Do you need anything else?" the service station leaned down and asked.

"No need for now, we will call you if necessary." Cheng Ling smiled sweetly, finally able to eat something delicious.

"Okay, I wish you a pleasant meal." Xiangyu Pavilion was afraid that the waiter would affect the guests' conversation, so they did not assign a waiter to each table.

Xiangyu Pavilion serves food very quickly, after all, it only needs one table and one chef.

After a while, the crystal deer hoof was brought up by the waiter. It smelled really good. In the world of cultivation, after all, people focus on cultivation and don’t actually pay much attention to the food they eat.

He watched Cheng Ling insert a small piece of deer hoof with a silver fork, cut a piece of deer meat carefully with a knife, and put it into his mouth. He felt indescribably noble, but he really didn't want to use this foreign thing, as for chopsticks.

I'll make do with it.

Chinese culture is vast and profound, and food is the most profound aspect of it. Whether it was in his previous life or in this life, he couldn't understand why Chinese people held Western food in such high esteem.

"Hey, you are so cool, are you used to using a knife and fork?" Yang Ming asked Muna jokingly.

"Of course, you think it's you who are so stupid." Muna countered Yang Ming.

"The way you use the knife and fork doesn't look like what you're used to. You're still trying to be brave. Your technique is far different from Cheng Ling's." Yang Ming saw that Muna's technique was indeed a bit unaccustomed, and Cheng Ling was like

Just use a knife and fork.

"Actually, it's true. My grandpa admires Chinese culture and he definitely doesn't like Western food, let alone knives and forks. I learned how to use knives and forks when I ate at my cousin's house." Muna was surprisingly not overly concerned.

refute.

"Hmm, your grandpa knows how to live like a Chinese. What's the point of always imitating foreigners?" Yang Ming felt that it would be better to use a knife and fork to solve the problem with his hands.

"Hey, do you want some chopsticks? I'll call the waiter for you." Yang Ming asked.

"Don't, it's very embarrassing, please don't." Muna stopped her.

"Waiter." Yang Ming did whatever he thought of and called the waiter over.

"Sir, what service do you need?" the waiter asked softly, with the same respect as always.

"Do you have chopsticks? I want to use them." Yang Ming crossed his legs.

Yang Ming's voice is not too loud, but in this place where everyone pays attention to details, no one speaks loudly, so Yang Ming's voice seems a bit loud.

"Hey, why do you have such a problem?" Muna seemed to feel contemptuous glances coming from all around her.
Chapter completed!