The little boy did not reply to Gong Jue. Instead, he looked at Gu Qiqi, who was studying the menu.
He rolled his eyes and said proudly, "You don't understand French, so let my father order the food. Otherwise, you'll be very embarrassed. It won't be good to treat the main dish as soup."
Gong Jue frowned. "Gong Ting, that's enough! Don't be so childish!"
This brat actually mocked the stupid woman for not knowing French.
What happened to his cold and mature image as a little gentleman?
It collapsed so quickly?
At this moment, Gu Qiqi was scanning the menu.
She was looking for food suitable for children.
However, she looked like a newcomer who could not understand the menu.
The corners of her lips twitched when she heard this. She raised her eyes calmly. "Oh, I really don't come to this restaurant often. It seems like you know a lot. I wonder if you're familiar with all the dishes here? Don't tell me you've eaten all of them before?"
