The waiter served a piece of caviar decorated with beautiful reindeer moss, with a bit of black truffle in the corner of the plate.
It was the first time Yana ate caviar. Yana could not help but frown when she ate it. She thought, why do the rich like to eat such strange food.
Brandon had noticed her expression. When he saw her frown slightly, he asked the waiter to remove the plate immediately.
Then, the waiter served a bowl of soup. Yana took a slow sip, and then she shrugged her shoulders slightly; the clams were delicious, but she didn’t like it.
The waiter brought a piece of fish that Yana could not name. She held up a fork, but not knowing where to start, as she had never tasted a delicate fish like this in a western restaurant.
When she was confused, Brandon picked up the knife
