The lady behind the cash register didn't even hurry them along, she thought her little shop wasn't fit for customers of such stature, expecting them to leave immediately after giving the menu a cursory glance.
They should have been dining in a Michelin-starred restaurant, using knives and forks to enjoy top-notch rib-eye steak.
Unexpectedly, Lu Lingxiao turned back to his son and asked, "What will you have?"
Lu Youheng had never eaten there either, and after gazing at the pictures on the menu for a moment, he pointed with his little hand, "I want soup rice."
Only then did Lu Lingxiao say to the lady, "A bowl of soup rice, please."
The lady came to her senses belatedly, briskly taking the order and asking, "Anything else?"
Lu Lingxiao stared at the photo of the codfish fillet priced at 10 yuan, lost in unprecedented contemplation.
He really couldn't figure out what kind of cod would be in a fillet that cost just 10 yuan.
Still, he ordered one for Lu Youheng.
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