Chapter 11: Was it Delicious?

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Exodus Tales

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“Can’t you do better than that?!”

Chen Yu snatched the menu over immediately and glared at Chen Yike. “Second Eldest, you shall order,” he said, passing the menu to Chen Erke.

Stupefied, Chen Erke took the menu and flipped through it aimlessly. “I want a bottle of iced lemon tea,” she said after a long pause.

The female manager: “…”

“It’s fine, forget it.” Chen Yu raged in disappointment. He snatched the menu from Chen Erke’s hands and looked up at the female manager. “Beauty, you should get a pen to record my orders. We might be ordering quite a fair bit,” he said.

“Ah… sure.”

The waitress standing behind the manager walked up, pulling out the order taking machine. Seeing this, Chen Yu flipped open the menu and started reading off it. “Red braised pork knuckles, stewed pig intestines, stir-fried shrimp, pan-fried dumplings, deep-fried ribbonfish, twice-cooked pork, glazed pork belly…

“Fried liver slices, stir-fried liver with spring onions, deep-fried tripe, Di San Xian…

“New Zealand bull kelp salad, Kung Pao bullfrog, cinnamon chicken wings, marinated notoginseng…”

“Hold… hold on!” The waitress who was recording his order down furiously couldn’t help but cut him off. “Sir, we do not have marinated notoginseng here. And… isn’t notoginseng a type of Chinese medicine? Can you even eat it as food?”

“It’s fine. Don’t bother about it. I’m just trying to rhyme.” Chen Yu shut the menu and waved his hand. He leaned back into his chair, crossing his legs. “That’s all for now. Is that enough, little sisters?”

Yike: “…”

Erke: “…”

Sanke: “…”

Seeing that none of his younger sisters had any opinions, Chen Yu returned the menu to the female manager, who was currently dumbstruck. “That’s it. We will order more later if that’s not enough.”

“S-Sir.” The female manager and the waitress exchanged a glance, forcing a thin smile. “This is a lot of food, are you sure about your order?”

“Yes.” Chen Yu nodded. “We have two adults at home, we need some takeout too.”

“But…” The manager took a glance at the menu in her hands, thinking of ways to voice her opinion appropriately. “These dishes amount to a high price.”

“Are you suggesting that I can’t pay for the meal