Ji Shaoyang cleared his throat, "Zhixing, enough. You're interfering in the girls' jokes."
"Nonsense, of course, you wouldn't mind since it wasn't Wen Qiao who said it!" Shao Zhixing replied irritably.
The waiter handed over the menu, which was accepted by Gu Annan, who said blandly, "So noisy, are we ordering or not?"
"Order whatever you want," Shao Zhixing said generously, "Just order their signature lobster for my wife. I don't know what Wanwan wants to eat, and I don't want to neglect her."
Gu Annan glanced at the menu, apparently a bit impatient.
He handed the menu directly back to the waiter, "One of each of your signature dishes will do. Serve the rest as you see fit."
"So perfunctory, let me order instead."
Gu Annan said to the waiter, "Bring the dishes."
Shao Zhixing: "..."
"I don't have much time to waste, I have matters to attend to later." The implication was that he thought the ordering was too slow.
That meal passed in an awkward atmosphere.
