"Table for two? Please come in—"
The waiter ushered them in, where the chairs and tables were of a simple style, with some faint grease stains on them. Before Robert Thomson could say anything, Emma Smith picked up a paper napkin, wiped the table clean, and then took out a wet wipe to clean it again.
David Thomson sat down, and the waiter stood by. Emma was familiar with the place and ordered, "Four pairs of chicken wings, twenty small lobsters, the big ones, and four scallops."
"What would you like to drink?"
"You're driving, so you can't drink alcohol." Emma shook her head.
"It's fine, we can have someone drive us back if necessary." Robert didn't mind at all. "What kind of drinks do you have?"
"Only beer."
"Then, two bottles."
Emma looked at the still somewhat uneasy Robert and smiled, "Although the environment here isn't very good, the chicken wings are excellent, as well as the grilled fish, small lobsters, and scallops. They taste amazing."
