Lin Qian brought Li Zhicheng to a Western restaurant.
It was past 9:00 pm and there were not many people inside. The lights from the window shined silently into the snowy night, making the entire place feel exceptionally quiet.
The waiter came forward to take their orders. Li Zhicheng accepted the menu but placed it onto the table.
"My English is not good. You decide."
Lin Qian could empathize. Many Chinese citizens were unwilling to speak up when they ventured overseas. Li Zhicheng also used to be a soldier and hadn't ever left the country before. It would have been unbelievable if he could speak fluent English.
