After a few moments, the brief silence in the cabin was finally broken.
Mova, who had hurried away earlier, reappeared.
This time, however, she was pushing a serving cart. Her steps were much steadier than before, but her expression still betrayed a hint of awkwardness.
The surface of the cart was polished to a brilliant shine, reflecting the soft light.
All sorts of tableware and food were neatly arranged on top.
The blush on Mova's face had still not completely faded.
Like the last wisp of sunset clouds outside the cabin window, it added a unique charm to her already delicate features.
Approaching Feng Mountain's side, she lowered her head slightly and asked softly, "Mr. Feng, lunch is filet mignon. What kind of wine would you like?"
"Red wine will be fine." Feng Mountain's expression was calm, as if nothing had happened earlier.
Mova nodded lightly, a professional smile on her face, and skillfully pulled out the tray table from the seat.
