Chapter 133

Cordy then gestured. "Try it."

There was a slight expectation in her eyes, which seemed to twinkle dazzlingly.

John picked up his knife and cut through a slice of the grilled mackerel, politely and elegantly putting it in his mouth and chewed.

He did not react much or give any comment, so Cordy could not tell at all if it was good.

Still, after he had the mackerel, he had one of the vinegar ribs…

And then the rest of the dishes.

When he was done, he picked up his red wine and took a small sip.

"Is it good?" Cordy could not resist asking eventually.

Nonetheless, John slowly wiped the corner of his mouth and said, "It's alright. Not bad."

"Really?" Cordy quickly picked up her fork and knife, ready to eat.

That was when John's long fingers suddenly caught her wrist, leaving her frowning.

"It's enough for one of us to have food poisoning," he said calmly, then took another sip of his red wine.

Cordy naturally could tell what he was getting at, but smacked his hand off.

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