A French waitress walked over.
Big eyes, a high nose bridge, silver wavy long hair, and an especially prominent bust that seemed almost ready to burst out despite the uniform. One had to admit, this waitress was very pretty and had an enduring appeal.
"Lanlan, I once performed in France for a while and learned some French." Trying to impress Mi Lan, Wu Fang lightly nodded at the waitress and greeted her in French, "Hello."
The waitress politely nodded back and responded in French, then smiled and asked in French, "Sir, what would you like to order?"
Ye Guichen expected Wu Fang to continue ordering in French, but to everyone's surprise, he switched back to Chinese to order two dishes, then handed the menu to Mi Lan. "Lanlan, decide what you'd like to eat."
Mi Lan hesitated for a moment, then handed the menu to Ye Guichen. "Achen, you know what I like. You order for me."
This unexpected display of affection almost set Wu Fang off again.
