Feng Fan and Xue Qiang glanced at the menu in front of them, exchanging confused looks.
"I have no idea what any of this is," Feng Fan said.
Xue Qiang nodded in agreement.
Feng Fan called the waiter over. "Please bring us the best dish you have, along with a drink to go with it. You can choose; I'm sure your taste is good."
The waiter nodded, taking the menus. "Of course, I'll take care of it."
After the waiter left, Xue Qiang chuckled. "You didn't want to admit you didn't know any of those dishes, did you?"
"It's too much trouble to explain," Feng Fan replied. "Better to let him choose for us. He works here, so I'm sure he'll pick the best."
"Typical of you," Xue Qiang teased. "Always avoiding asking for help. Remember when you hurt your foot and walked a whole kilometer instead of asking for help?"
Feng Fan smiled, recalling the time he and Xue Qiang had been stealing peaches from an orchard.
