Xiaolan felt that the man was somewhat fierce, with his hand on Uncle Mori's shoulder and his words sounding like he was telling her to get out.

Remembering the invitation voucher, she launched a flying kick, which landed squarely on the man's neck.

"You'd better not try to force us out. We won't leave until you explain yourselves."

Xiao Lan's eyes were sharp, and her tone carried a final politeness, as if to say, "If you use violence, I'll knock you to the ground."

The male waiter looked fierce, but he was actually quite timid. He had no choice but to back down; after all, the customer was a guest, and you can't work here if you don't respect your guests.

"Yes...yes, this invitation card clearly states that it can only be used on Sundays or public holidays. Please double-check it."

Ran quickly put her foot down, and at the same time as Uncle Mori, they took out the invitation tickets and looked at the instructions on them.

This is definitely not the restaurant's fault; these points were clearly written in black font above.

The scene instantly became somewhat awkward.

The two stared at each other with their beady eyes, scratched their heads, and their previous imposing manner vanished completely.

"I see..."

The two said in unison.

Realizing his mistake, he quickly apologized to the two waiters.

At the same time, Uncle Mori glanced at Ran and complained, "Really, it's all your fault for not looking carefully."

"Isn't it because you couldn't wait to come when you heard it was free?"

Ran, not to be outdone, directly retorted to Uncle Mori.

"Sir, would you four like to dine here?"

Uncle Mori was speechless for a moment. To eat it would cost a lot of money, but not to eat it would be a bit of a disappointment to drive all the way to Kanagawa Prefecture only to see a rain shower.

"Sir, could you please give us the opportunity to dine with you?"