There was steak, foie gras, pasta...
Spencer Sullivan and Yvonne Young both frowned, what were these dish names?
Was this really a high-end Western restaurant?
The names of the dishes had a village-like vibe.
The waiter seemed to notice their confusion and explained with a smile, "The guest who booked this table requested that we change the names of some dishes to these names for your table. They also wished the two of you an early birth of a precious child."
Yvonne raised her hand to her forehead, using a few fingers to cover her face.
This was so embarrassing.
Right now! Immediately! She wanted to go back to the hotel and teach her younger sister Yolanda a lesson.
All the dishes were served with vulgar and rural names.
Yvonne felt a bit awkward and said to Spencer, "If you have something to do, you can go ahead."
She held the water cup with both hands, her thumbs rubbing the surface of the cup anxiously.