又有菜上来，很普通的一道糖醋小排，看着糖醋小排，苏韵直觉这是傅明琰点的，在这家高端私房菜馆，糖醋小排大概没几个人会点。                                                                                她从小就爱吃舅舅做的糖醋小排，现在很少吃，总觉得再也不是那个味道。                                                                                服务员刚把盘子放下，池向东长臂一伸，“我点的这个家常菜估计你们都不稀罕，我还是自己解决吧。”                                                                                苏韵：“”原来她自作多情了。                                                                                傅明琰嘴角不自觉抽了下，他今晚还不是一般的背运。                                                                                袁颖也感觉莫名其妙，池向东什么时候也这样没品，基本的餐桌礼仪都没了。                                                                                蒋慕承嘴角微微上扬，晃晃高脚杯里的红酒，轻轻抿了一口。                                                                                服务生继续上菜，每个人都心怀鬼胎，表面上吃的津津有味，对菜肴赞不绝口，其实味同爵蜡，特别是傅明琰，感觉自己在吃黄连。                                                                                而蒋慕承也是意兴阑珊。