Irison also nodded and said yes: “It’s okay. This foie gras is a bit old because of its heat, so it’s barely acceptable.”
Ella had nothing to say, no matter how she tasted it, the taste was the same, and they tried different tastes.
“What did you say? There is a kind of you say it again.” A vigorous-looking man rushed out with a spoon and looked at the decoration. It was obviously a chef.
“What’s wrong with him?” Allison and Ivy don’t understand English, so basically they can only see a man roaring.
“It’s okay, the more fierce he is, the more friendly he is to you!” Ella retorted.
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