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"What would the guests like to order?"
For the previous two days, due to the variety show filming, all the artists' meals were prearranged box lunches, and Tang Shu hadn't yet had a chance to try the dishes here.
"What are your specialty dishes here?"
"Our restaurant's pan-seared steak and Sanbeiji (Three-cup chicken) are pretty good; you can give them a try."
"Then we'll have one of each."
Chen Xin and Zhang Yilin were not first-timers here; knowing Tang Shu's love for trying various cuisines, they accurately named three or four dishes they thought were good.
"Alright, please wait for a moment, the dishes will be served shortly."
Not long after the waiter took the menu, seven or eight dishes were successively served at the table for four.
The dishes were a feast for the eyes and the nose, and made the group, who hadn't eaten breakfast, suddenly feel hungry.
"Let's introduce ourselves first, then we can eat. This is my friend Su Xiaochi."