Richard settled into his seat, and before long, the food was brought over.
Richard gave it a quick look and found it fairly decent.
The vegetable salad was simply a mixture of cabbage, lettuce, lima beans, and the like. Nothing much to say about that.
By comparison, the mushroom soup was far better. The thick, milk-white broth was served in a cyan-gray ceramic bowl, with small diced mushrooms floating on top. It gave off a faintly sweet, rich, yet fresh scent.
Of course, the real highlight was the Special Sausage. More than ten centimeters long and just over a centimeter thick, the red sausage lay on a shallow plate, coated in Buckwheat Flour Paste and glazed with Maple Syrup, carrying a strong, sweet fragrance.
The waiter from earlier had been right. It was indeed a perfect match for pancakes.
But Richard merely sniffed it without touching it. Instead, he picked up the mushroom soup and poured the milky broth into the shallow plate holding the sausage, filling it to the brim.
Afterward, he pushed the shallow plate to one corner of the table and waited patiently in his seat.
Before long, a furtive young man with triangle eyes appeared. He glanced at the sausage plate filled with mushroom soup, quickly looked around, and leaned closer.
"Sir, you look a little bored. Want to have some fun?"
Richard raised an eyebrow and looked at him, unable to stop himself from laughing inwardly. Though he knew the man was speaking a contact code, he could not help feeling that the fellow resembled those people on Earth who peddled certain illegal goods. All he lacked was the line, "Want a disc?"
Keeping his face calm, Richard looked at him and asked in a low voice, "What kind of fun do you have?"
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