The two arrived at the booked Intis-style restaurant, enjoying an Intis grand feast that Angel had missed ever since trying it once in Trier, and opened a bottle of Sonia Blood Wine at the waiter's recommendation.
After finishing the appetizers, main courses, and desserts one by one, which had been infused with the Rôsedêr style and tasted somewhat overly sweet, Klein wiped his mouth with a napkin, took a small sip of the blood wine, and habitually began to critique:
"The meat quality of the Sonia Lobster is not bad, but too many mixed spices were used, which instead masks the original flavor of the ingredients. The goose liver sauce is a bit sweet; this is definitely not authentic Intis style, and must have been adjusted to suit the Loen people's tastes. After all, most tourists who come here like this sort of thing..."
Although his voice was not loud, it was still overheard by a passing waiter, causing the other's expression to turn somewhat unpleasant when he came over to help pour more wine.
"...but it is indeed different from what I ate in Trier, and much more expensive. Well, perhaps it's because of the markup during this special period."
Angel finished the sticky, sweet-and-sour blood wine in her glass in one gulp, also offering her sharp review of the restaurant, though her focus was on the price.
Noticing that the wine bottle on the table was already empty, Klein's eyelids twitched, seeming to recall some unbearable night. Seeing that Angel was about to call the waiter to open another bottle, he hurriedly said:
"Aren't we heading to City Hall Square later? Finishing this bottle should be enough."
"Are you worried I'll get drunk?"
Angel asked with a smile at the corner of her lips, but she still lowered