A moment later, Su Qiao and the others were led by a waiter to a secluded corner, where they took their seats.
Because they had reserved a table in advance and called an hour earlier to remind the restaurant, all kinds of food were soon laid out across the table.
Perhaps he deliberately wanted to make things difficult for Su Qiao, so Chu Yihan had the waiter invite Nanny Wu to dine at another table.
Watching Su Qiao remove her shawl and place it elegantly and precisely on the chair beside her before sitting upright at the table, Chu Yihan had originally wanted to step forward and help her, but then felt that it would be too easy on her.
After all, he had just issued a harsh warning outside.
"If you don't know how to use them, you can beg me. Perhaps I'll be in a good mood and be willing to teach you."
Host, is this some kind of children's pretend game? Why is he being so childish?
He clearly wanted to help, yet he still insisted on being difficult.
The corners of Su Qiao's lips lifted almost imperceptibly. She reached out and felt around for the knife and fork, but when her hand touched the knife, she deliberately moved it toward the sharp tip.
"Careful."
Seeing her hand less than five centimeters from the sharp blade, Chu Yihan was so alarmed that he hurriedly stood up, grabbed her wrist, and snatched the knife away.
"Forget it. I'll show some kindness just this once, so that if you end up losing a finger, Sister Jin won't come after me when you get back."
A trace of amusement flashed through Su Qiao's heart, and the corners of her lips rose almost imperceptibly.
Although he was a little childish, lost