her figure, Lin Ruoxi only ate a small sandwich for lunch. She was working till now, and her stomach was rumbling from hunger as she lightly nodded her head.
Xu Zhihong clapped, and the waiters near the door immediately started to get busy.
The dinner was of formal western cuisine. While the dinnerware was being set on the table, Lin Ruoxi glanced towards Yang Chen with worry in her eyes. Obviously, the sudden switch to western cuisine was to embarrass Yang Chen.
“This mister is named?” Xu Zhihong asked with an insincere smile towards Yang Chen.
“Surnamed Yang, named Chen.” Yang Chen yawned. He was both too hungry and sleepy. Upon seeing that it was western cuisine, he whispered in his heart, this is not even as filling as a bowl of noodles.
“Even though it’s my first time meeting Yang Chen, I did not prepare a proper gift. I specially ordered a bottle of Nebbiolo from the year 1992, and I hope that Mister Yang can evaluate it for me.” As he finished saying that, he signaled a waiter to bring over the bottle of beautifully packaged red wine.
In his heart, Yang Chen couldn’t help but sneer while staying silent. Using three fingers, he lightly raised the glass, allowing the waiter to pour wine in it.
The waiter only poured a bit before stopping.
Yang Chen didn’t feel anything out of place and he lightly swirled the liquid around the glass, smelt the wine, placed the tilted glass to his lips, and slowly savoured a sip.
Upon seeing this action, the once tense Lin Ruoxi slowly relaxed. Having obtained some relief, she remembered that this hoodlum grew up in the United States. He must have had traditional western cuisine before but she didn’t know if he had tasted a famous red wine like Nebbiolo. Hopefully he doesn’t speak drivel, even losing a little face is fine.
Xu Zhihong’s eyes flashed with a tinge of worry, smiling, he asked, “Mister Yang, what do you think?”
“The ingredients of Nebbiolo, mainly comes from Italy’s Piedmont region’s Barolo and Barbaresco municipalities. If it is of the highest grade, it can only match an ordinary French Margaux Bordeaux red wine, it’s actually not particularly good. However, this type of wine brings with it a tinge of lilac, pepper, apricot, dried plum and rose, more importantly it has the feeling of bitter chocolate, which is why it can still considered avant-garde.” Yang Chen replied nonchalantly, as if this wine was made by him.
From this, Xu Zhihong felt a bit of surprise. In actuality, even though he drank these types of wines on a regular basis, he could not give out such a detailed description. He would not believe that Yang Chen only guessed all these by luck, as all his other movements regarding western cuisine were all in accordance with the manners of an educated gentleman from high society.