Ethan Caldwell had booked a table at a traditional restaurant. The dishes here were not heavily seasoned; instead, they relied on the natural flavors of the vegetables and ingredients. Consequently, most of the main courses were quite bland, consisting largely of porridge and soups.
However, Julian Sterling was already sick of porridge, thanks to Ethan. He held the menu, thought for a moment, and ordered one or two stir-fry dishes and a soup. The service here was quite slow. While waiting for the food, Ethan leaned close to Julian, smiling as he coaxed him and rubbed Julian's waist.
It took a whole session of attentiveness for Julian to reluctantly forgive him.
"How is it? Does it suit your taste?"
"It's okay." Julian took a sip of the soup. It had a clean, sweet taste without the harshness of refined sugar, which was quite nice. He lowered his head to bite into a piece of spare rib, then looked at Ethan. " Is Patrick coming this afternoon besides Seraphina?"
