Since Zhang Jing had sat down at her table, Li Qin Yao can only rearrange the documents on the table and sat down. Soon, she waved for the waiter to come and handed the menu to Zhang Jing.
"Grandfather, what do you like to eat?"
Zhang Jing glanced at the menu and pushed it back to Li Qin Yao. "You recommend something to me."
Hearing Zhang Jing's request, Li Qin Yao suddenly felt an incoming headache. Deciding what to eat, and where to eat was among the hardest questions to answer, not to mention recommending something to someone.
"Then, grandfather, did you have any preferences? Or an allergy?"
"I'm fine with anything as long as it's delicious," Zhang Jing answered after thinking over it for a few seconds. "I'm not picky and I don't have any allergy."
