My Waste Husband

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." Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

"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.

After a while, several plates of fine goose liver were served by the waiter and placed in front of Sam and his family, but there was nothing in front of Henry and Sylvia.

"Yo, our goose liver has come up. Where's some people's fat liver? Why haven't they come up yet?" Sam picked up his knife and fork, elegantly cut off a small piece of goose liver, put it into his mouth, and showed a look of enjoyment. " French goose liver is world-famous, fat but not greasy. It's really a wonderful meal. This French restaurant is quite authentic, the taste is almost the same as what I ate in France."

Sylvia looked at Sam. She was about to call the waiter on the spot. When she nodded again, Henry saw her before she could speak.

"It's okay. I already ordered for you."

"What did you order?" Sylvia whispered to Henry, with anxiety in her voice. "You don't even know goose liver. You were simply speechless moments ago!"

Although Sylvia sounded anxious, she didn't blame him because she knew that she couldn't do anything by herself.

When Sylvia was extremely anxious and was about to call the waiter, three plates of exquisite dishes were placed in front of her. One of them was goose liver, a French loaf, and a plate of apricot.

"A fruit? A loaf? I say you are really a shame to us!" Sam put down the knife and fork and stared at Henry angrily. "Do you know that if you were in France, you, a person who doesn't respect the taste of delicious food and manners, would have been taken out of the restaurant! Even if you don't know how to eat, don't you have any common sense? The fruits should only be ordered after the meal!"

"Oh, really?" As soon as Sam finished speaking, Henry started speaking. His voice was full of sarcasm with a chuckle, "Just now someone told the waiters to ask for goose liver. In fact, in French, "foiegras" does not mean goose liver, but many people would think it is the goose liver. In fact, ninety-five percent of the liver used in France is duck liver, because the consumption of duck and duck liver is larger than that of goose liver. As the appetizers, it is recommended to consume the liver together with apricot and loaf. In this way, it won't be greasy."

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.