"Are you underestimating your teacher's wife? I may not drink often, but I don't get drunk that easily."
Winslet stuck out her tongue, looking rather mischievous. "I want to test whether I can handle mixed drinks. Nowadays, when I occasionally have late-night snacks with my assistant, sharing a drink or two helps me unwind."
"Fine, then!"
Winslet knew this place especially well and was even acquainted with the owner, because her home was located in the quiet, aging residential complex right behind them.
"Luis, dear, your teacher's wife will do the ordering. You have to try the specials here, they're incredibly good."
Winslet didn't even glance at the menu. She simply called out to the proprietress, "Sis, we're ready to order."
"Two baskets of garlic buffalo wings, one plate of loaded bacon fries, and a grilled pork belly sandwich."
"One bowl of beef tripe stew, a side of salted edamame, and two pints of craft lager."
