Yin Le numbly listened as Tuanzi recited the names of the dishes. Some dishes he had never even heard of. Even though this was the Diaoyu Platform, he still wasn't sure if they were available here. He had no choice but to write them down in a memo. The catch was, Tuanzi was an illiterate cat who could only read the names aloud; when Yin Le asked her which specific characters were used, she just turned into a little repeating machine. Yin Le could only rely on his imagination and trial-and-error to guess. What made it even harder was that some dish names sounded very tongue-twisting, clearly having a foreign flair, making them impossible to guess. Yin Le could only write down characters that sounded similar, hoping the chef at the Diaoyu Platform would understand.
Then, he went out to order the dishes.
Tuanzi was clearly looking forward to it, pacing back and forth on the bed. She wondered if she could manage to take even a bite of every dish, given how many she had ordered.
