Chapter 112: Chapter 112: Does He Already Know the Relationship Between Her and the Little Maid?
For those who do not understand French, the nas of the dishes on the nu might as well be hieroglyphs!
Ming Yao glanced at Old Lady Zhou, who had a hint of disdain and contempt in her eyes.
Zhou Zhiyan, seeing Ming Yao staying silent, put on a show and said, “Miss Ming, you probably don’t understand French, do you? Want to order for you?”
Gu Siting glanced at the nu, saw that everything was in French, and furrowed his brows slightly. As he reached out his long hand to take the nu, he heard Zhou Zhiyan say, “Brother Siting, I’m so sorry; I will suggest to my brother that he should create a Chinese nu.”
As she spoke, she gave Ming Yao an apologetic smile, “Miss Ming, daughters of prominent families typically know several languages. I forgot that you’re not from the sa circles as us!”
Upon Zhou Zhiyan’s words, diners around them all looked over at their table.
...
So recognized Gu Siting and then glanced at the beautiful woman opposite him.
There had been rumors that Fourth Master had married a vase with only looks to offer. Seeing it today, it seed to be true indeed!
Old Madam Gu was a protective person. Seeing Ming Yao being bullied, she was about to speak up in her defense when Ming Yao began with a light smile, “I would like to have the ‘Steak hache sauce poivre vert frites’.”
Ming Yao’s pronunciation was precise, her articulation clear. The French rolled off her tongue sensuous and lodious.
Gu Siting paused for a mont, his dark eyes looking at Ming Yao with complexity and depth.
This woman, he too had once thought of her as a re straw bag who knew nothing.
But it seed, it was not as he thought.
From Gu Siting’s perspective, Ming Yao’s long eyelashes were lowered, her lips curled into a hint of a lazy smile, and light refracted down from above her, creating an indescribable beauty.
Gu Siting’s expression beca slightly transfixed, her gently fluttering lashes reminding him strongly of the little maid at ho.
If this feeling of similarity was just once or twice, he might have thought it was an illusion, but he had felt it several tis now.
Gu Siting narrowed his unfathomable dark eyes, his gaze at Ming Yao growing even more profound.
Zhou Zhiyan showed a hint of displeasure in her eyes. She did not believe that Ming Yao could speak French and presud she only happened to know the dish ‘Steak hache sauce poivre vert frites’.
With a smile on her charming face, Zhou Zhiyan said, “Miss Ming, then you help us order as well. I’d like the ‘Steack cru sauce tartare frites,’ ‘Poulet fermier roti frites,’ ‘Filet de hareng poms a l’huile,’ ‘Salade de tomate et concombre,’ ‘Avocat sauce crevettes…’.”
After finishing, Zhou Zhiyan covered her mouth, “Sorry, I suppose you can’t rember all that, let do it!”
Gu Siting’s handso face darkened, and his eyes swept coldly over Zhou Zhiyan, “The waiter is here, tell her directly what you’d like to eat!”
Gu Siting’s aura was icy. When he spoke, the air around seed to freeze.
The waiter was just about to write down Zhou Zhiyan’s order when Ming Yao lifted her head and smiled at Gu Siting, “Husband, Miss Zhou would like to have the ‘Steack cru sauce tartare frites,’ ‘Poulet fermier roti frites,’ ‘Filet de hareng poms a l’huile,’ ‘Salade de tomate et concombre,’ ‘Avocat sauce crevettes’…
…”
Ming Yao recounted Zhou Zhiyan’s selections without missing a beat.
She listed the dishes flawlessly, not missing a single one.
Even the waiter couldn’t have recited them so smoothly without taking notes.
If Zhou Zhiyan thought Ming Yao had been lucky with ntioning one French dish na before, the fact that now she had recited all the orders fluently in French proved that she knew the language, and her pronunciation and enunciation were impeccable.
Old Madam Gu’s eyes sparkled with amusent, “My granddaughter-in-law is truly exceptional, not inferior to an interpreter.”
Old Lady Zhou’s granddaughter-in-law, Jiang Ke, was an interpreter. Old Lady Zhou bragged about her everywhere she went, always hinting to other old ladies that Old Madam Gu’s granddaughter-in-law was clueless, while her own was an interpreter.
“Grandma, the air here isn’t very good. I think we should go back and have our little maid cook a table of ho-cooked dishes, which taste better than what’s here,” Gu Siting said, thoughtfully glancing at Ming Yao.
Ming Yao’s scalp tingled under his gaze.
What was that look in his eyes?
Could he already know about her connection with the little maid?
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