Blake Leaf's face was somewhat stiff as he said brusquely, "No need. Please go ahead and order."
Saying this, he stood aside holding the electronic pad to record the orders, standing straight.
Everyone in the private room, except for Lawrence Winters, felt a bit awkward.
Lawrence Winters glanced at the people at the table, then casually looked up at the waiter standing next to them, and said graciously, "Why don't you introduce some of the signature dishes here? I haven't lived in the school's dorm for the past three and a half years, so I have no idea what's good here."
Blake Leaf's expression eased slightly, and he professionally advised, "We recently hired a master chef here specializing in Huaiyang cuisine. His chicken soup with dried tofu and squirrel fish are extraordinary. Other dishes are listed on the menu, and they are all quite delicious."
In other words, the best dishes here are the chicken soup with dried tofu and squirrel fish, while the rest are just average.
