"I like it very much, especially the shrimp dumplings, which retain the original flavor of the ingredients. It's very good."
Su Xieqiu used to like Cantonese-style morning tea, and every time he came here on business, he would come here to eat. Cantonese-style morning tea is small in quantity, and you can order several kinds to taste.
Seeing that she liked it, Lu Yiming ordered another serving of crystal shrimp dumplings and a portion of rice rolls for Han Zhenyu.
Han Zhenyu looked at the small dishes on the table and said to Lu Yiming with a smile: "Although the southern dishes are exquisite, the portions are too small. We ordered so many different dishes that the three of us are still not full."
Lu Yiming nodded in agreement. "There's only so much on a plate. Even if you order several dishes, it's not enough for one person. When I first came here, I even gave them some advice and asked them to make the portions bigger."
"It seems that your suggestion is of no use at all." Han Zhenyu finished the rice rolls on the plate with a smile, and just then the waiter brought another serving.
Lu Yiming sighed, "She didn't even bother to pay me any attention, and she still treated me like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world."
Han Zhenyu and Su Xieqiu laughed.
Just then, a lady in a checked burj came over.
She first looked at Han Zhenyu and Lu Yiming, then turned her gaze to Su Xieqiu and said with a smile, "Madam, please forgive my abruptness. May I ask you a question?"
Her Mandarin has a Cantonese accent. She must be either a local or from Hong Kong.
All three of them were a little surprised.
Su Xieqiu looked up at her. She was very young, probably around twenty years old, with a smile on her face, and looked very kind.
Su Xieqiu put down his chopsticks, wiped the corners of his lips with a towel, smiled and nodded, "Please speak."
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