"Kaff kaff kaff!"
Shirley cleared her throat and immediately drank some water to cover up her embarrassment.
Braden pretended not to hear that. He gracefully spread the napkin out on his lap and wiped his hands with a hot towel. His every move was elegant.
The waiter quickly brought over exquisite dishes. There was braised beef, braised prawns with lemons, sturgeon caviar, quality sirloin steaks, and a fruit salad.
Shirley stared at the food on the table. Her stomach was growling even louder, and she couldn't help swallowing.
Braden cut a piece of steak, put it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly. Then he showed a regretful look. "I am very picky about food, but their steaks are really good. Unfortunately, you are not hungry. Otherwise, you could enjoy it too."
Shirley managed to look away and look outside the window. She raised her chin high and said disdainfully, "It doesn't matter. I don't like steaks."