Mexicali's Chinese cuisine is quite famous, because there are many Chinese people here.
Dinner was Chinese food, but Gao Yi tasted it without much satisfaction, so much so that he didn't feel fulfilled.
Sean, perceptive as he was, had discerned that Gao Yi didn't much favor Chinese food adapted to local tastes, and promptly said, "I'm very sorry, sir, I made a mistake. Please allow me to redeem myself. Would you prefer to switch to local specialties, traditional Chinese food, or some other cuisine?"
"Hmm? Oh, it's okay, let's just eat this. Don't want to waste it."
Sean said very seriously, "Sir, there's no issue of waste, only a choice of what suits your taste."
"It's all right, I'm actually enjoying it, uh, just thinking... about those women!"
Sean was taken aback, but he controlled his facial expression well and simply smiled calmly, "Do you need me to have someone, or all of them, attend to you during the meal, sir."
