The waiter came over with the menu.
Michael's father was from the countryside, and during his younger years, education wasn't widely available there. He could barely recognize a few large English characters, let alone the intricate letters of a foreign language.
Yasmin, having lived abroad for many years, understood English but not entirely.
In most cases, she could speak and listen well enough but had trouble with reading and writing.
The couple, unsure of what to do, scratched their heads and finally resorted to looking at the pictures on the menu. They ordered quite a lot, their faces filled with embarrassment.
Kendall glanced at the menu and raised her eyebrows, "I've been craving this dish for ages."
"Finally, we get to have it today, right?" Damien smiled.
