บท 954: This is Fake

"What would you like to have today?" Zhou Jia asked.

Zhou Xi might not know what Zhou Shijie liked to eat, but Zhou Shijie definitely knew what Zhou Xi liked to eat. Therefore, he would put a lot of thought into his son's behalf when ordering.

"One Dongpo Pig Knuckle, one Jin'ling Grass, one Swedish Meatball, one Melt-In-The-Mouth Chicken Feet, and two plain white rice of the 100 Styles of Rice Cuisine," Zhou Shijie ordered without even looking at the menu. He was already a regular customer here.

The chicken feet and meatball were his son's favorite food, or to be precise, these used to be his favorite food. Zhou Xi had been studying abroad for three years. His preference in food had long changed.

Thus, when Zhou Xi heard Zhou Shijie ordering those dishes, he shook his head but did not say anything.

"By the way, there's Watermelon Juice as well, right? We are the first batch of customers to enter," Zhou Shijie asked.