Su Xuan was momentarily stunned. There's actually chicken stewed with mushrooms here? He came back to his senses, looked toward Le Yaoyao, and said, "Yaoyao, I don't know what to eat, you pick something for me."
"Uh, Su Xuan," Le Yaoyao hesitated, "if you don't know what to eat, then I'll just randomly order a few dishes for you." She pondered for a moment and began to name the dishes, "Fish-flavored shredded pork, twice-cooked pork, braised pork trotters... that's it, please hurry."...
"Okay, please wait a moment," said the waiter, who jotted down the order and quickly left.
"Su Xuan, they don't have the lobster steak you wanted to eat here, so I ordered some home-style dishes for you to make do with," Le Yaoyao said, but to herself, she was secretly sneering. This guy said he wasn't picky about food, so why had he changed his tune now?
"I'm not picky about food," Su Xuan replied nonchalantly.
