In the student cafeteria of Kelly Women's College, "Can't really eat here?" Su Ziceng watched the orderly queueing freshmen without jostling for a spot; she glared at the dish names in the same foreign language as the map, feeling the hungry fire about to burst from her throat.
"I told you, it's not edible here," Yang Wuxu eyed the French foie gras and delicious caviar being carried past her, then glanced at the price tags, swallowing her saliva without knowing where to place her hands.
"Does eating have to be this complicated?" Su Ziceng was frustrated. French cuisine has always been the most ceremonious, a casual student meal still required reading tadpole-like text, paying attention to the order of cold dishes and desserts, knives, and napkins. Only someone like Wen Maixue would be accustomed to this.
