"What would you like to eat directly?" You don't have to be polite with me. Yin Xiaofan said generously.
Suddenly becoming an elder, Yin Xiaofan was in a good mood naturally carrying the demeanor of one.
"Give me a bowl of porridge, two steamed buns, and a plate of pickled mustard," Little Stick directly said to the waiter.
"It's not like that here. We are a western restaurant. You don't want anything," the waiter was also stunned.
"What?" If you don't have porridge and steamed buns, what do you want? Little Stick said somewhat discontentedly.
"This is a western restaurant, we only sell western food. What you ordered are all Chinese dishes," the waiter explained with a wry smile.
I don't know where the dumplings came from, but I came to a western restaurant to eat steamed buns. I really should thank him, he thought it out, but he still showed good quality, although he despised these qualities in his heart, he didn't show it.
