Chapter 6.2

The Oriental Restaurant (2)

She looked around with her head lifted and realized that she was still sitting in Gu Mingyuan’s embrace. Gu Mingyuan held her, standing in front of a row of common baby chairs found on Earth.

Due to the differences in races, there is a significant variation in sizes among the orcs. Even the rodent-like orcs might not reach Mu Le’s current height as adults. Even within Gu Mingyuan’s reptilian family, there are small-sized lizards.

Gu Mingyuan belongs to the ancient dragon species, different from lizards and dinosaurs. Their infants, like Mu Le at around three years old, are approximately the same size.

Sitting in a baby chair was not excessive.

Gu Mingyuan picked a baby chair suitable for Mu Le and inputted the table number at the edge of the chair. The chair automatically moved in that direction.

He was concerned that Mu Le might be afraid, so he deliberately held her until they reached the table before putting her into the chair.

Mu Le: “…”

Sitting in a baby chair at her age actually… felt quite nice.

In front of the baby chair, there was a small table with appropriately sized tableware placed on top.

Gu Mingyuan tapped on the screen for ordering, and the menu immediately appeared as a projection in front of them.

Mu Le had known that this world was highly advanced, but she didn’t expect it to be to this extent. The projection of the dishes looked incredibly realistic, as if the aroma would waft over to them.

“What would you like to eat?” Gu Mingyuan looked at her and tentatively asked.

Mu Le blinked at him with a confused expression, “You’ve tried so many times, haven’t you realized that we can’t understand each other?”

Gu Mingyuan: “…”

He always felt that it might be his illusion because this child looked silly and didn’t seem intelligent at all.

But being silly… was too adorable.

Gu Mingyuan withdrew his gaze and focused on ordering.

He had just selected a steamed egg that children could eat and flipped the menu to the next page when he heard Mu Le say next to him, “That’s the right answer.”

Gu Mingyuan: “…?”

Mu Le pointed at the spicy hotpot in front of them, “That’s the right answer.”

Gu Mingyuan: “…”

He placed his hand on the cancel button.

Mu Le quickly shook her head.

Gu Mingyuan moved his finger to the “confirm” button.

Mu Le nodded happily, “That’s the right answer.”

Gu Mingyuan: “…”

Retracting his previous statement.

This human really is intelligent.

Mu Le ordered the dishes she liked, feeling in a great mood, and even the baby chair beneath her felt exceptionally pleasing. She touched the chair, eagerly anticipating the meal that awaited her.

Although Mu Le was born in Jiangnan, her taste has always leaned towards Sichuan and Chongqing cuisine. She initially thought that there might not be any Sichuan dishes available in this world, but to her surprise, the restaurant had a wide variety of options.

Moreover, the menu was so user-friendly. It displayed large projections of the dishes, followed by a few small boxes below. After placing an order, the large projections would shrink into the small boxes. The price of each dish appeared below the box, and the total price was displayed at the right end of a row of boxes.

It was simple and eye-catching, making her feel like she could successfully order and enjoy a meal even if she was alone.

…If only she had the money.

The dishes in this restaurant were served quickly. Gu Mingyuan ordered a table full of food, but within ten minutes, most of the dishes had arrived. The tables in the restaurant were large, and the table surface could move freely, allowing any dish to “walk” in front of them.

Gu Mingyuan proactively moved the spicy hotpot in front of Mu Le, and she immediately learned how to use the buttons.

She held her small bowl and picked up the communal chopsticks on the table, using them to pick up a piece of duck blood and put it into her bowl.

The duck blood was tender, swaying on the chopsticks as if it would break apart with a little force.

Gu Mingyuan silently watched Mu Le.

Before long, Mu Le successfully picked up a meatball from the soup using the communal chopsticks.

Gu Mingyuan was astonished.

Many adults in the Empire couldn’t use chopsticks this proficiently, especially when picking up soft, tender, or round objects.

His younger brother was already seventeen years old, and when he came to an Eastern cuisine restaurant and ate these meatballs, he would just poke the chopsticks directly into the meatballs because he couldn’t pick them up.

Because he simply couldn’t manage it.

Mu Le appeared like a baby, but she ate her food quickly and neatly, without making a mess.

Unfortunately, her size was too small. She hadn’t eaten much before feeling full and unable to eat any more.

She could only sit on the chair and watch Gu Mingyuan eat.

Gu Mingyuan, tall in stature with a large appetite, ate gracefully but after finishing, it looked like a tornado had swept through, leaving nothing behind.

He rarely indulged in food like this, and after eating, he felt a bit bloated.

Mu Le saw him clench his fist and cough lightly near his lips.

…A small spark of fire came out of his mouth.

And he quickly extinguished it himself.

Mu Le: “…………”

Wait a minute, isn’t this a world with advanced technology?

– This question was quickly answered.

After finishing their meal, Gu Mingyuan was about to visit a professor.

Author’s note:

Mu Le: I love Chinese cuisine.

Gu Mingyuan: Too spicy (spewing fire.jpg).

Mu Le: ???