Lin Zheng held the beautifully decorated menu in a daze, he recognized every word on it, but he had no idea what the dishes these names represented.
"Don't think the names of these dishes are too long, they are actually easy to understand. Take this one, for example: Bocuse d'Or tart with foie gras oil and truffle sauce, it's actually....." Qian Cangyi's words were interrupted by Lin Zheng.
"Waiter, could I get this, this and this one please." Lin Zheng casually chose three dishes.
"I'll have the same." Qian Cangyi placed his order without even looking at the menu.
Then, after asking for specific requirements such as taste, the waiter walked away from their table.
"In fact, I have never eaten these either." Qian Cangyi shrugged his hands, with a helpless face. "By the way, the correct way of holding Western cutlery is fork in the left, knife in the right."
"Yeah." Lin Zheng sat in his seat, a little at a loss.
