chapter 387 pretend to understand

Wei Jianjun complained in his heart, how could he recognize which one was foie gras? If his English was better, at least some of them could be understood.

But this French is so fucked up, I don't know a word of it.

But with so many people looking at him, he couldn't lose the chain.

Wei Jianjun made some pretentious gestures to the waiter, then pointed a few times on the menu, ordered a few dishes, and the waiter carefully wrote them down.

Afterwards, Wei Jianjun...