My Waste Husband novel Chapter 11

Sylvia also looked at Henry with surprise, but the surprise on her face disappeared in a flash. She became gentle and said softly, "Would you like to order for me?"

"Sure." Henry nodded, holding the menu in one hand and flipping the page gently with the other hand, but he didn't say anything.

Sam looked at Henry and was even angrier. He said, "If you don't understand, don't pretend, and don't waste everyone's time."

"Sam, be careful. What's wrong with taking a look at the menu?" Although Sylvia didn't know what Henry was doing, at least for now, she was on the same side as him. She couldn't let Henry be humiliated by others.

"Sylvia, this is a French restaurant. Can he understand French?" Sam asked disdainfully.

Before Sam finished speaking, Henry started speaking. He pointed at the menu and said to the French waiters in standard Chinese language, "This, this, and this."

Although the waiter did not understand what Henry said, but his action made him understand. He nodded and turned to order the food.

Sam thought that Henry would say something, but when he saw Henry's action, he immediately laughed out. "A lower class is the lower class. Don't you know that French cuisine is very fond of manners? I'll see how you will eat it later! Don't eat like an animal. You probably don't know how to eat!"

Henry snorted and rolled his eyes. "Who said I don't know what order? I just ordered the liver."

"The liver? Did he say the liver? Ha, ha, ha!" Henry's words made Sam feel as if he had heard a big joke. He patted the table with his hand and burst into tears with laughter. "I said bumpkin, don't pretend you understand French food. It's called goose liver, understand?"

"Sam, it's none of your business how we call it," Sylvia said at this time. Although she knew that Henry was wrong about goose liver, but he was doing this for her.

Sam grinned and said, "Sylvia, Sylvia, even if you are going to find a husband, he should be decent, right? Look at him, what is this?"

Fiona's face showed complacency. "Some people always think that they are superior to others by watching something on TV and reading some books. But they don't know that aristocracy is aristocracy!"

Nelson Lin tried to ease the situation. "Young people, they can call things whatever you want. The online language they use, we don't understand. Haha, don't care too much, don't worry too much."

"Uncle Lin, this is not any online language, but a cultural knowledge. He doesn't even know goose liver. I really don't understand how he has the face to come into this French restaurant and let those French waiters hear it. They may laugh at us!" Sam crossed his arms and looked at Henry with disgust.

Henry sat there indifferently, waiting for the waiter to serve the dishes.

When Henry finished speaking, Sylvia's eyes were full of doubts. "Is this true? Did he make it up?"

"It's really funny. It is the goose liver. I've never heard of duck liver with apricot. You should know the general knowledge before talking nonsense, okay?" Sam said with a look of disdain, "I can understand that an inferior like you don't understand these things, but don't pretend to understand, okay?"

Hearing Sam's words, Henry chuckled and pointed at the table next to them.

At the table next to them, there was a table of French people who enjoyed their duck liver in the way Henry said just now. It was like a slap on Sam's face.

"As one of the three great cooking countries in the world, France is known for romance and food. Of course, the romantic beauty of French cuisine is not only presented in the exquisite ingredients, but also from the manners. The rite of French cuisine is not about ingredients, but about the matching of ingredients. Well, Sylvia, the food is ready and you can enjoy it."

As he spoke, Henry cut open the loaf, put a fruit on it, and handed it to Sylvia.

At this moment, Sylvia's big eyes were full of strange light. He was really familiar with French cuisine!

Sam and Fiona sat on the side, with bad facial expressions. Just moments ago, Sam said that if some people couldn't understand, they shouldn't put on an act. But now the fact was that he was the one who put on an act! At this moment, they felt as if there was a needle under their butts, and they couldn't sit still for a second.