Upon entering the hall, Sean Knight saw that it was packed, realizing Howard Richardson hadn't exaggerated.
To Sean's surprise, there were many people from Xinjiang, but even more locals, discernible from their accents.
The two followed the waiter to a private room, and as the door closed, the noisy sound was shut outside.
The waiter brought the menu, and Faye Shelton said:
"Big Bro, the food here is very authentic. You're the expert, you order."
"Alright." Sean was straightforward, looked at the beautifully dressed ethnic waitress, and asked:
"Addison, do you use fresh Red Willow for the Red Willow Barbecue?"
"No," the waitress was a bit embarrassed, "not fresh."
"Okay then, one kilogram of hand-grabbed mutton, ten skewers of iron-sign barbecue, ten skewers of barbecued tendons, one shelf meat, and one serving of mutton rib noodles, it's not the soup kind, right? I see the picture here looks like the spicy sheep's foot kind?"
