"What would you like to order, the two of you?"
"Southern crispy steak with fries, pulled pork burger, a serving of onion soup. And also a raspberry cake and a mini burger to-go."
The waiter's fingertips tapped rapidly on the small tablet, which seemed to be made of cherry wood: "Great appetite. And you?"
"Garden salad and corn chips. Do you have ice wine?"
"We have every type of wine from the United States—of course, not the most premium ones."
"I'll have a glass."
The waiter quickly noted the order, smiled at the two, and walked away. The restaurant "Smokey Cowboy" was bustling with activity, yellow lights flickering due to the spinning fans, the interrupted light casting over the billiards table and poker game, while the smoking area on the other side was shrouded in smoke.
Sister Zhenfan observed the foreign restaurant: "I rarely come to places like this."
