Nan Jiaojiao bit into a large piece of Osmanthus Cake, awkwardly avoiding eye contact as she covered up, "It's really delicious."
Bo Yanching chuckled, "Little ingrate!"
His voice was low, as if muttered through clamped teeth, and after speaking, Bo Yanching took a sip of tea to settle himself.
"This house is so beautiful." Nan Jiaojiao found a random topic to discuss.
Even her attempt to change the subject felt awkward.
Bo Yanching didn't call her out but continued on her line of conversation, "The owner's ancestor was an Imperial Chef, this craft has been passed down through generations. Brother Hao made quite a name for himself when he was young, but he mellowed in middle age. He brought his wife back to his hometown and opened this private dining restaurant. Many people who come in admiration know the manners and never make a racket."
That's why all the diners are so sophisticated.
In such an environment, it really can purify the soul.