Hu Xiaotian smiled. "This is called being a gentleman. You could see it everywhere in the world I came from."
He took off his apron, sat down opposite Qin Yutong, and produced a knife and fork as though by magic. It was not that he worshipped all things foreign; conquering a beauty's stomach first was a perfectly good way to win her heart. His cooking was only passable, so he could only win through ingenuity, preparing a table of dishes Qin Yutong had never eaten and giving her a taste of Western dining. As for the cutlery, he had asked Zong Tang to make it for him.
Qin Yutong stared at the knife and fork before her. Even a gifted scholar could be stumped sometimes. Where were the chopsticks? She bit her cherry lips with some reserve, having absolutely no idea how to use these strange utensils.
Hu Xiaotian smiled. "Chopsticks aren't the only things you can eat with. You can use a knife and fork too. I'll teach you. Hold the fork in your left hand and the knife in your right." To display his breadth and depth of knowledge, he had to choose an obscure subject. Gifted though Qin Yutong was, her knowledge of Western dining was nonexistent. Thus, Hu Xiaotian, a Western chef with only half a bottle's worth of expertise, became a lofty mountain she could only gaze up at.
It had to be admitted that the Western meal Hu Xiaotian had put all his effort into today actually tasted quite good. Especially to Qin Yutong, who had never eaten Western food, everything was wonderfully novel. So food could be prepared this way too! Quick-witted as she was, she soon mastered the knife and fork, cut off a small piece of steak, and elegantly slipped it