Everyone at the scene looked at Zhao Yang as if he were a fool, unable to understand him, not realizing that Zhao Yang likewise couldn't comprehend them.
Zhao Yang was confused. If I asked you to order, couldn't you just order for me?
Zhang Meng seized the chance to mock him and sneered, "Zhao Yang, don't tell me you've never had Western food before?"
"I have, though. I've had steak buffets, and there wasn't all this fuss," Zhao Yang replied.
"Steak buffet?" Zhang Meng paused before asking, "You mean the one that's fifty yuan per person?"
"Yeah," Zhao Yang nodded and said, "Everyone can order one steak, and the rest of the dishes are unlimited."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Meng immediately burst out laughing!
At this, even the restaurant servers couldn't help but cover their mouths and snicker. Steak buffet, is that what you call Western food?
Clueless, Zhao Yang glanced at them and asked, "What's so funny?"
