"We have too many dishes here. You can order first. If the chef says there's nothing left, I'll come back and let you know."
The waiter was frightened by Zhao Zhan's imposing manner and his attitude became slightly better. However, when he spoke, he looked around and his voice was light as if he found it troublesome.
Zhao Zhan looked at the menu hanging on the wall.
Kelai Xiang was actually selling beef.
The government had never allowed commoners to slaughter cows in private unless the cow was about to die of old age and could be killed after reporting to the chief or the government.
"I'd like a plate of beef, crispy duck, fried eggs, mixed vegetables, and a ginseng chicken soup,"
He quickly listed a few dishes.
