Wind Chaser: Rebirth in the 18th Year of the Republic of China

"I don't understand why they like to eat it this way. Maybe it's because everyone has different tastes."

Although Shen Jinzhen didn't have any stomach problems, he couldn't stand this way of eating raw food.

Especially when she first went abroad, she saw that people abroad did not use chopsticks, but only knives and forks, and that there were no steamed buns among their staple foods. It took her a long time to adapt.

"It sounds like the dishes Miss Shen ordered are good. I wonder if I can adapt to them."

Although Wei Ruolai has no dietary restrictions, eating habits vary from place to place, let alone across a country.

Just like when he first came to Shanghai, he saw that most people here liked to eat steamed buns, while people in his hometown preferred to eat rice.

"The Western food I ordered was all delicious and tasty, and the chef here made it taste the same as the ones I ordered abroad."

Shen Jinzhen didn’t know whether Wei Ruolai would have the opportunity to go abroad, but she still wanted him to try foreign cuisine and eat food that she thought tasted good.

Soon the dishes came up one by one, along with countless knives, forks, white cloths and other tableware.

When Wei Ruolai saw them, he didn’t know how to use them for a moment. Although these knives and forks looked different, weren’t they all the same?

"I teach you."

Shen Jinzhen first picked up the napkin and pressed one corner under the plate in front of him, letting it stand naturally vertical.

Wei Ruolai watched and did the same thing.

After finishing this, Shen Jinzhen picked up the knife and fork and introduced them one by one.

"These are meat knives, fish knives, soup spoons..." After the introduction, Wei Ruolai was somewhat amazed. He didn't expect that there would be so many tableware for Western dining.

Shen Jinzhen patiently taught Wei Ruolai how to cut the steak into small pieces, but he spent a long time learning and made the plate clang, but he still didn't cut it properly. Instead, it looked like a dismembered body, which was horrible.

"Take my portion," Jin Zhen smiled and handed over his own.

Wei Ruolai's face turned red. Her portion looked so bad that she was about to refuse. However, Shen Jinzhen had already stood up and swapped their plates.

"Miss Shen, don't you mind?"

He himself couldn't bear to look at this 'masterpiece', but the person in front of him didn't care at all.

"Why do you dislike it?"

Shen Jinzhen smiled, cut it into pieces again, picked up a piece with a fork and started eating.

Seeing that the beautiful woman in front of him did not dislike his masterpiece, Wei Ruolai unconsciously clenched his hands holding the knife and fork.

You don't dislike my masterpiece, but what about me? Would you like a poor boy from the countryside?

That night she cried and hugged him, but he didn't have the courage to hold her tightly in his arms. Yesterday, when the teacher asked about his feelings, he was afraid that he would misunderstand Miss Shen's meaning and they would not even be able to be friends.

Although he showed remarkable computing ability, the girl he liked had many suitors, all of whom were from families and backgrounds many times better than his, which made him hesitate to express his feelings.

What about me?

He really wanted to look at the person in front of him and ask this question.

But now is not the time. Wait until he helps his husband realize his ideals and ambitions, and when he has made some achievements on his own and can protect the people he wants to protect, then he can confirm his feelings.

Shen Jinzhen looked at Wei Ruolai holding the fork in a daze, thinking that he had some problem with the food, "If you don't want to eat it, let's order something else. I can read the Chinese names of all the dishes on the menu to you."

Since you have agreed to treat someone to a meal, it would be too unreasonable to let them go back hungry just because the food is not to their liking.