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"Pa..." A chopstick in Huangfu Xijue's hand fell into the rice noodle casserole along with the rice noodles.

The guests at the next table who were still waiting for the rice noodles all cast their eyes over in unison, with a look of surprise on their faces.

No one at this table can use chopsticks.

Perhaps it was because their table was too eye-catching, and the proprietress was also watching their actions all the time, so they also saw that they collectively dropped their chopsticks.

The proprietress promptly took four pairs of chopsticks from the disinfection box on the side and delivered them to them.

"Enjoy slowly." It can be seen from the appearance that there are at least two people at the dinner table who are not from country Z, so it is normal that they don't know how to use chopsticks.

"Thank you..." Mu Xiaoyan took the chopsticks and divided them among the other three people one by one.

They still don't know how to use chopsticks after getting new chopsticks, so Alyssa dropped the chopsticks again.

The extra pair of chopsticks that the proprietress brought over just now, Mu Xiaoyan sent them to her in time: "Alisa, take your time, don't worry, hold the chopsticks firmly."

Using chopsticks is not something that can be learned in just one or two strokes, it depends on the accumulation over time.

Mu Xiaoyan looked impatiently at the aliens at this table, and used her own chopsticks to put rice noodles into small bowls for them: "Don't use chopsticks, use spoons, and feed them directly to the table. Just put it in your mouth."

"Ma'am, is there a fork here?" Mu Xiaoyan stood up and asked.

The proprietress immediately came over and said, "Sorry, we don't have forks here, so you can make do with it first."

Because most of the people who come here to eat are from country Z, how can people from country Z know how to eat with chopsticks...

"Okay, thank you."

At this time, Huangpusijue, who had been struggling in the casserole for a long time, stopped the chopsticks in his hand, crossed his chest and leaned on the chair behind: "Frank, go out and buy a pair of tableware!"

"Okay, master." Frank immediately stood up from his seat.

He also deeply understood the difficulty of using chopsticks.

There was a tableware shop not far away, so Frank quickly bought four sets of tableware and returned to the rice noodle shop.

However, as a native of country Z, Mu Xiaoyan had no use for the set of tableware that Frank bought specially, so she threw it aside in disgust.

As a result, there was a table in the rice noodle shop with a very strange way of eating. It was clearly eating cross-bridge rice noodles. A certain three people put them on the plate and put them in their mouths bit by bit as if they were eating Western food.

Mu Xiaoyan cleared the pot very quickly, but the three of them were still eating slowly.

"This rice noodle tastes only when it is dipped in soup..." Mu Xiaoyan looked at the three or two rice noodles that had been placed on the plate for a long time, and reminded them a little reluctantly.

"Xiaoyan, this food is really delicious." Alisa wiped the soup splashed on her hands with a napkin.

"Alisa, drink some soup." Seeing that she had been eating dry rice noodles there, it took a long time to eat a little bit.

Originally, Mu Xiaoyan wanted to order hand pancakes again, but when she saw how they ate them, she immediately dismissed the idea. How long would it take them to eat up the rice noodles?

Frank took a little soup in the casserole with his small spoon and blew it lightly, and put it near Alisa's mouth: "Taste it."

Alisa blushed and opened her mouth to drink.

"This soup is delicious."