Black Market (2)

Eventually, we settled on Surf and Turf and carbonara pasta.

Of course, I hadn't ordered that because I wanted to.

Like a 'true wuxia' fan, I was going to order thin noodles and Zhuyeqing.

But when I did, the cyber-waiter said...

"We're sorry, sir! Our inn's head chef's cooking module only has Western dishes programmed into it..."

"......"

"And if you'd like to order alcohol, we need to verify you're of age. Could you scan your biochip?"

So I gave up on ordering altogether.

The wuxia-boomer DNA inside me screamed, but it wasn't like I could make a scene and demand the waiter serve something not on the menu.

Besides, I didn't have a biochip implanted, so I couldn't verify I was an adult anyway...