In order not to make people feel that they are uninformed, Gu Huizhu decided to hide her doubts in her heart and keep quiet. Gu Huizhu, who did a good job in mental construction, looked calm and prepared to eat.

When Gu Huizhu just reached out to grab the tableware, he found that it was not the chopsticks he usually used, but the knives and forks used by Europeans. She was stunned for a moment, she hadn't used it, what should I do. She looked across the side, huh? It doesn't matter, there's a good version on the other side, and she'll still do it.

She picked up the knife and fork without hesitation, followed the example of Gao Mulian, and ate it slowly.

Chinese people are generally used to eating with a bite of rice and a mouthful of vegetables, and Gu Huizhu looked left and right, but she couldn't find the rice she wanted. She can't accept a diet like eating vegetables without a staple food. She looked at the bread on the table, and she guessed that this was the main dish. So he took his fork and forked away a loaf of bread.

The bread was too big for her to swallow. So she put the bread on a plate and began to cut it with a knife and fork. The bread was too hard, not at all like the fluffy and soft steamed buns she usually ate, so she opened her arms and cut the bread vigorously as if she was doing a lot of work.

Gao Mulian only knew that Gu Huizhu had never eaten Lanxi cuisine, but he didn't know how much she didn't know about foreign food. However, he felt that Gu Huizhu, as a student of St. Mary's Girls' High School (an international school run by the Chinese people during the Chinese period), should know a lot of foreign dining etiquette.

When he saw Gu Huizhu naturally pick up the knife and fork, he felt that his guess was fine. But when he saw Gu Huizhu forking a loaf of bread with a fork, and then cutting the bread like sawing wood, he was blindsided.

Doesn't she understand?

With a skeptical look, Gao Mulian looked at Gu Huizhu carefully. He didn't notice it just now, but now he suddenly noticed that Gu Huizhu's knife and fork were holding it very strangely. Generally, she holds a fork in her left hand and a knife in her right hand, but Gu Huizhu is the opposite, she holds a fork in her right hand and a knife in her left hand. Could it be that she is left-handed?

After a meal, Gao Mulian saw Gu Huizhu on the other side, but he was puzzled but silent. He was quite curious about Gu Huizhu's strange movements, so he put down the tableware, picked up the napper, wiped his mouth, and drank red wine while sitting and looking at Gu Huizhu for a long time.

As soon as Gu Huizhu encountered food, she didn't care about anything, anyway, who should report something after a while, she would naturally come. So she kept eating with her head down, and didn't notice that Gao Mu Lian had put down her knife and fork and looked at her.

Gu Huizhu swept away the food in front of him, looked left and right, and there were still a lot of things on the tables on both sides.

It doesn't matter if anyone will come after a while, just continue to eat when you're not full. She found that Lanxi cuisine was not full. At first, when she saw countless plates and plates, she was a little worried that there would be too many, that is, a few more people would not be able to eat them all. But now that she has eaten everything in front of her, she has no rhythm to be full at all, and if it is a Chinese national dish, she must be full of stomach if she eats a table.

Gu Huizhu folded the plates in front of him and put them aside, then started work left and right, moving the things on both sides in front of him.

Takagi was no longer surprised by her dining etiquette after seeing her with a knife and fork and sawing bread, but he suddenly noticed that the style of painting opposite him was a little strange.