The waiter hurried over, placing the menu in front of the patrons. Tang Shunyan glanced at the dishes. He didn't let his alpha male instincts take over to order without consultation, choosing only two dishes he liked.
Meng Zhaojun, of course, was not shy in ordering the signature dishes of the restaurant, adding items until she was satisfied, without concern whether she could finish them all.
The waiter wondered as he saw the master and the young master order eight dishes and one soup—could these two children really finish it all?
Guided by a principle of not wanting to waste, and not fearing death, he ventured, "Are you combining your order with the table next to you to eat together?"
"What are you implying? Are you afraid your young patrons can't pay, is that it? Don't you know the rules? How could members of the official family eat with the servants?"
