Although Joel Thatcher was sowhat disgruntled, the four of them began dining.
Nina Sinclair smiled and said, "Joel, this is Sharon Lancaster, the eldest daughter of the Lancaster Family. You should have t her last ti."
Joel Thatcher awkwardly smiled, "Hello, Miss Lancaster."
Sharon Lancaster also smiled, "Mr. Thatcher, I’ve heard a lot about you."
Joel Thatcher’s gaze shifted between Sharon Lancaster and Julian Lancaster, as if he had made a surprising discovery, and exclaid, "Oh my, I find Miss Lancaster looks quite similar to your husband."
"Really?" Nina Sinclair heard this and looked towards Julian Lancaster and Sharon Lancaster.
When Joel hadn’t pointed it out, she hadn’t noticed. Now, looking closely, she did find so resemblance, especially an indescribable similarity in their eyes and brows.
Seeing Nina Sinclair examining her and Julian Lancaster so seriously, Sharon Lancaster couldn’t help but feel a little tense.
She chuckled and explained, "Looking similar isn’t unusual, is it? Good-looking people often share traits. If you want to talk about resemblance, Sharon and I actually look quite alike. Back in school, many people said we were twin sisters."
Nina Sinclair’s attention was diverted by Sharon Lancaster’s words.
She suddenly recalled school days mories, and couldn’t help but smile.
Although she and Joel Thatcher grew up together, their paths diverged later, and it was during that ti that Nina Sinclair t Sharon Lancaster.
Nina Sinclair’s acquaintance with Sharon Lancaster was one of her fond mories.
She sighed, "Yes, people who are often together start to look alike. He often picks up Sharon, maybe you’re overthinking it."
Joel Thatcher wanted to stir up this topic but didn’t expect Sharon Lancaster to slide right past it, leaving Joel nearly fuming with anger.
He resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
The two of them are obviously siblings, they look so alike, how could Nina Sinclair be so blind not to notice?
That nonsense about people looking more alike the more they’re together, only Nina Sinclair would believe such an explanation!
Nina Sinclair didn’t notice Joel Thatcher’s expression; her attention was on the two chefs quietly waiting beside them. She curiously asked, "What are we going to eat?"
Joel Thatcher smiled mysteriously and said, "The most famous offering of Celestial Pavilion is the Imperial Feast."
No matter, he had prepared extensively and was determined to expose Julian Lancaster’s identity. Bringing a sister along wouldn’t solve anything.
Under Joel Thatcher’s indication, the chefs began to prepare the food for them.
One must admit, the Imperial Feast offered by Celestial Pavilion was not only a treat for the taste buds but also visually pleasing. The fusion of Eastern and Western culinary creations in a live setting wasn’t sothing just anyone could experience.
The first dish brought before everyone was the European Administrator’s Three Kings: refined foie gras, black truffle scallops, and caviar pasta.
Each dish wasn’t large in portion but was exquisitely crafted.
Nina Sinclair tried a bite, and was instantly captivated by the silky smooth texture that exploded in her mouth, prompting her to exclaim, "This is delicious."
Julian Lancaster, hearing Nina Sinclair’s words, gently curved his lips and pushed his plate towards her.
"If it’s good, have so more. These are flown in fresh every morning in limited quantities."
Joel Thatcher’s eyes narrowed as he aningfully said, "How do you know so well? As far as I know, Celestial Pavilion hasn’t publicly advertised these details. If one didn’t know any better, they might think you’re the owner of Celestial Pavilion."
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