Yang Fei saw Chen Ke spacing out and didn't bother with her.

He snapped his fingers with his left hand, and a server dressed in a black tailcoat came over.

"Sir, would you like to order?"

Yang Fei nodded.

He was terribly hungry, so he asked for the menu and, in one go, ordered several main dishes including black pepper pork chops, French baked snails, pepper steak, lemon mint roasted chicken, and more.

Yang Fei looked at Chen Ke and also ordered mixed vegetable and fruit salad, borscht, rose truffle chocolates, and other foods girls typically like.

The waiter glanced at Yang Fei, then Chen Ke.

He finally couldn't help but ask, "Sir, how many people are dining?"

Yang Fei looked at the waiter in surprise; was this guy blind?

The waiter gave a slight smile and explained.

"Sir, the dishes you ordered exceed the amount for ten people, I recommend that you..."

Yang Fei snorted, "Are you running a restaurant or are you afraid of big stomachs?"

"I'll tell you, all these dishes are for this young master alone, is it your concern?"

The waiter, looking at Yang Fei's shameless face, was dumbstruck.

Out of helplessness, he could only shake his head and leave.

Chen Ke's mind was immersed in an extremely vague and wonderful fantasy.

At that moment, it was as if she was on a date with her handsome dream guy in this place.

A romantic candlelit dinner, bright dripping roses, and a refined, handsome, considerate boyfriend.

For any girl, this was the stuff of dreams.

Soon, a table filled with luxurious dishes was served.

Over twenty meat-based main courses packed the marble tabletop tightly.

Chen Ke suddenly snapped back to reality and was startled.

"Oh my God, what are you doing? So many dishes..."

Across the table, Yang Fei waved his knife, chopping a whole steak into pieces and shoving them into his mouth.

With his mouth stuffed full of meat, he saw Chen Ke finally stopped spacing out.

He barely managed to swallow the food in his mouth.

"Director Chen, I've been calling you, and you wouldn't answer, so I started eating."

In an instant, all traces of flowers, music, and romance were swept away.

In Chen Ke's eyes, there was only a pig hogging food!

Chen Ke felt as if her head was reeling with shock and disbelief.

Others came here for a meal, to savor the ambiance, to enjoy the romance.

But what was Yang Fei doing?

Did he think he was at the communal canteen of a People's Commune?

Chen Ke was both embarrassed and furious.

The couples at the nearby tables were also looking at Yang Fei, whispering among themselves, occasionally bursting into laughter.

"Is this guy a pig, ordering so much food? How can he finish it all?"

"Tsk, such a meat glutton, utterly vulgar."

"I should make a suggestion to the restaurant to perform a culture and etiquette test before entering, and keep these low-class people out."

...

The voices of these people were not loud.

However, aside from the flowing music, the restaurant was exceedingly quiet.

Thus, their discordant comments still reached Chen Ke's ears bit by bit.

Chen Ke, both ashamed and angry, fiercely stomped on Yang Fei's foot with her high heel.

Yang Fei looked up in surprise, "What's wrong?"

Seeing his innocent and confused face, Chen Ke couldn't help but clench her teeth.

"Please, can you eat a little slower? We're not here just to eat."

Yang Fei's face looked even more bewildered.

"If it's not for eating, then what is it for?"

Chen Ke almost rushed over to give him a beating.

"Don't you feel the ambiance here, the lighting, the music? You..."

Chen Ke suddenly couldn't articulate clearly, her face flushed with anger.

Unfortunately, Yang Fei understood exactly what she meant.

He rolled his eyes dismissively.

"In my view, restaurants doing all this stuff is purely like taking off pants to fart."

"A restaurant is a place to eat, why bother with music, lighting? Too much fuss!"

This guy arrogantly glanced at the people around him and nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders.

"Look at these people, just eat your meal, yet they have to twist and flirt, making a scene."

"Really, as natural as brash roosters meet crass waves, why all the pretense?"

"Just go straight to a room and overthrow, riding full gallop isn't that better? Hypocritical!"

Yang Fei's voice wasn't loud, yet everyone happened to hear him.

At this, the women stomped their feet repeatedly, petulantly complaining.

The men swore immediately, asserting they were only there to eat, absolutely without any inappropriate thoughts.

Yang Fei's few words had thrown the restaurant into chaos.

Even two pairs of lovers, unable to withstand Yang Fei's ridicule, hastily departed.

Yang Fei withdrew his gaze with disdain and casually smiled.

"Director Chen, watch them, these people will definitely end up in a room below causing mayhem."

"They claim to eat, but that's just an excuse, while I am truly here to eat, starving to death."

Chen Ke was both annoyed and amused.

She sighed deeply.

"Alas, expecting you, this brute, to be a bit more romantic is harder than a pig reciting poetry."

Yang Fei then began struggling with the steak on his plate again.

He chuckled: "Who says I don't understand romance?"

"Only, my idea of romance isn't quite like this whiny notion of romance.

He clashed his knife and fork together and recited in a prolonged sing-song.

"Drunkards choose lamps to view swords, and dreamers hear horns among the camps. Eight hundred li under direct command barbecued, fifty strings overturned beyond the frontier's sound. Autumn marshals the soldiers on the field."

"Horses of the Monarch fly swiftly, bowstrings startle like crackling thunder. Settling the Monarch of all under heaven's affairs, securing fame in life and beyond is pitiful for those with white hair birthed!"

...

In this songbird and swallow dance, Yang Fei's voice was not loud.

However, it was impassioned, filled with metallic clashing of swords, swallowing tigers freely.

Chen Ke stared blankly at Yang Fei, her gaze fixed on his handsome face filled with an iron-blooded resolute expression.

For some reason, a wave of inexplicable emotion surged within her.

She softly asked, "Yang Fei, you must have been a soldier, haven't you?"

"Only a warrior possesses such a bloody romance. I quite like this type of poetry too."

Chen Ke said and toasted Yang Fei with a drink, softly sighing.

"When I was little, my mom used to recite a little poem to me."

"Back then, being young, I didn't grasp its meaning, only feeling it was very beautiful. Do you want to hear it?"

Yang Fei nodded, and downed the brandy in his glass.

Chen Ke softly began reciting.

"Babies sleep in their mother's arms, mothers sleep in the arms of the homeland. Babies, mothers, homeland, all rest in the hearts of warriors."

...

Yang Fei looked at Chen Ke in surprise: "You know such poetry?"

Chen Ke smiled sweetly.

"Don't underestimate me, my mother was a soldier, and my uncle and grandfather have fought in the military all their lives."

Yang Fei grew curious.

Chen Ke's family background apparently had a military connection, and it seemed quite substantial.

However, Yang Fei didn't pry further.

Everyone has their own secrets, and if Chen Ke chose not to share, she had her reasons.

The two chatted while eating, their relationship growing closer.

Chen Ke no longer found Yang Fei crude or ridiculous.

Instead, she found him impressive and brimming with a soldier's charm.

Yet, Yang Fei, this vulgar fellow, sitting there laughing and chatting with a stunning beauty, finally irritated someone.

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