While the tomatoes were slow-roasting, they might have been held in place with molds to make their shape more rounded.
There were some ingredients on top as garnish, making them look small and cute.
The champagne by my hand was a pale yellow, exuding an enchanting allure through the crystal-clear glass.
Bringing the champagne close to my nose, a refreshing fruity aroma wafted in, intertwining the scents of ripe grapes, fresh lemon, and delicate flowers.
Sipping a little, the subtle bubbles danced on the tongue, refreshing, slightly sour, and slightly sweet, perfectly stimulating the taste buds.
Picking up the slow-roasted tomato and putting it in his mouth, its taste was a bit sweet but more sour, with a soft texture somewhat reminiscent of candied fruit, further stimulating Wang Fan's appetite.
To blend in with the local customs, Wang Fan had crammed on the steps of French dining etiquette before coming, so at least he didn't feel embarrassed.
