Yesterday I went to a restaurant with Natasha. I ordered Caesar. They brought a small drink. And next to a healthy man and a boy - they have this Caesar twice as much in the plate. I ask the waitress.
Why is my portion so small?
We have a standard of so many grams.
xxx: But, I say, those two have three times the portion.The waitress is a little quieter:
The man is the master. He goes into the kitchen and makes as much as he wants. The man next to him is his son. He really does not like to go here with his father, because he makes him eat everything he imposes, otherwise money for pocket expenses will not be seen.
XXX: And adds even more quietly:
xxx: If you want to have such portions, ask him to adopt.
XXX and goes away.
XXX: O_O