A waiter walked in, Sheng Yan opened the menu, and reported the dishes he was interested in one by one.
At first, the waiter didn't pay attention to the appearance of the guest, but after recognizing the familiar voice, he looked closely and realized it was Sheng Yan. His eyes immediately widened, and his body trembled with excitement.
Sheng Yan kept talking. Seeing him ordering too many dishes, Mrs. He hurriedly said, "That's enough, that's enough, there are only three of us, we can't eat so many dishes, these are enough."
Sheng Yan nodded at her, his mellow voice like a bottle of red wine that had been stored in a cellar for a long time, genuine and warmly fragrant.
"Auntie, let's order one more soup."
He looked at the waiter, "A lily and lotus root pork ribs soup, please."
Seeing that the waiter was staring at him blankly, not moving, Sheng Yan couldn't help but frown.
