Less than standard Mandarin, which was quite uncomfortable to listen to.
"It'll be ready soon," Zhou Siyu assured him in a placating tone, then called out loudly to the waiter, "Why haven't our dishes been served yet?"
Whether it was due to her urging or just coincidence, it wasn't long before the waiter brought over four dishes, two meat and two vegetarian, which wasn't bad at all.
Xiaolong, wielding chopsticks, stirred the dishes a few times before setting them down with a displeased look, "What kind of food is this? Even pigs eat better than this at our house."
Hearing this, Zhou Siyu immediately said, "Then what would you like to eat? Order something else, I'll eat these."
Xiaolong's expression improved slightly, and he ordered three more meat dishes. While the dishes were being served, the two meat dishes he had scorned were also swept clean by him, as if he hadn't eaten in years, which made Yang Xiaoxi feel nauseated.
Do all foreigners eat this much?
