Ambiguous Restaurant

Fike's mind was a mess as he listened to the words of the middle-aged waitress, but he did not intend to refute.

"Sertia, what do you want to eat?"

Fike whispered to Sertia, who deliberately avoided making eye contact with him.

"Whatever!"

"Do you eat spicy food?"

"No!"

"What about fried food?"

"It's too oily, and your skin will get greasy!"

...

In his subsequent questions, Sertia rejected Fike's suggestions one by one.

Fike was a little speechless by this point, and asked again.

"Then what do you want to eat?"

"Whatever! I can eat anything!"

Fike looked helplessly to the waitress taking their order.

"Get us a few of your specials!"

The lady looked back at him doubtfully.

"The specials here are very expensive. Have you brought enough money?"

"Money?"

Fike gave a sly smirk.

The thing he lacked least was money.