"This is the place you said was very tasty?" Baron Lawrence swept a glance over the wooden stools, which had some spots so worn they were reflective from frequent use.
He knitted his brows as if he could trap a fly between them, clearly disgusted and unwilling to sit.
Enna Clark knew about his mysophobia. She grabbed him, pulled him down to the stool next to her, and then said, "I found it on my phone. A lot of people come here to eat in the vicinity. Let's try it, and if it's not good, we can go somewhere else."
With Baron Lawrence's temperament, even trying would not normally include a place like this!
However, seeing Enna so interested, he twisted his eyebrows but still did not say they should leave.
The server brought over the menu, poured them a cup of tea, and then hurried off to other tasks.
Enna ordered several dishes she had found online to be tasty, handed the menu back to the server, and said, "And bring us a bottle of 'Wang Lao Ji' please."
