Richard sat down, and shortly after, the food was brought to him.
Richard scanned briefly and found it to be quite decent.
Vegetable salad, just cabbage, lettuce, lima beans mixed together, nothing much to say about that.
In comparison, the mushroom soup was much more impressive, milky white like creamy milk, in a green-gray ceramic bowl, with diced small mushroom pieces floating on top, exuding a sweet yet refreshing scent.
Of course, the highlight was still the specialty sausage, over ten centimeters long and about a centimeter thick red sausage, placed on a shallow plate, coated with buckwheat batter, slathered with maple syrup, carrying a strong sweet aroma.
The waiter from before wasn't wrong; it was indeed a perfect match with pancakes.
However, Richard merely sniffed it, without tasting, instead picked up the mushroom soup and poured the milky white soup towards the shallow sausage plate, filling it up.
