"Who said he's a person?"
While everyone was quietly watching the commotion, Zhao Mingyan shouted something.
I lifted my foot and walked from the doorway inside.
She watched the whole thing from the restaurant entrance, listening to the whole story clearly.
The restaurant wasn't very big; there were only seven or eight tables inside.
The decoration is almost negligible, making it no different from having no decoration at all.
The floor was still cement, and she glanced at the table next to the window; it was clearly a storage table for dishcloths and tableware.
Making Ding Haotian sit there and order food is clearly the waiter bullying him.
However, she had worked at the company for so long and had experienced so many things, and had seen all sorts of people.
These days, people treat others differently based on their status; it's no exaggeration to say that everyone does it.
It's understandable to admire the rich and look down on the poor, but to publicly expose and insult someone's wounds is unacceptable.
If we're talking about being incredibly wealthy, even the restaurant owner can't compare to Zhao Mingyan; she's a top-tier tycoon.
Zhao Mingyan carried a handbag and wore a khaki plaid cashmere wool suit, with even the cuffs and collar made of brown lambskin leather.
The genuine leather belt around her waist accentuated her curves.
This is Diwei's new autumn/winter collection, which hasn't even been released yet. Xia Enruo let her family members wear it first and nitpick its flaws.
The pearl and ruby earrings on her ears swayed with her steps, like red plum blossoms swaying in the wind amidst a snowstorm in winter.
Just by looking at his outfit, no one would dare to underestimate him.
The diners all turned to look at Zhao Mingyan upon hearing the voice.
Their eyes revealed disbelief, especially the young men, who were practically drooling.
Some of the female companions next to them pinched her to stop them from staring, already feeling jealous.
Zhao Mingyan approached Ding Haotian and said to the waiter:
Who told you he's a person?
My boyfriend and I came here to eat, so I let him come in and order first.
"What? Does your restaurant have a rule that two people must sit at this table when ordering?"
The waiter was taken aback when he saw Zhao Mingyan walk up to him with an imposing presence.
Even her tone of voice was unlike that of the woman next to her, who was coy and whiny.
His sharp tone left no room for doubt; he was definitely not someone to be trifled with.
"I'm sorry, comrades, you two can certainly sit here, no problem."
Yin Xiaohong shouted anxiously:
"Hey waiter, we saw this table first, how could you just give it to them so easily? That's not fair!"
Zhao Mingyan turned her head and glanced at Yin Xiaohong.
Her red corduroy top, complete with high shoulder pads, was rather flamboyant.
However, he does have a rather handsome appearance, no wonder Brother Ding took a liking to him before.
"You saw it first? What proof do you have that you saw it first? Or are there other strangers around who can vouch for you that you saw it first?"
Yin Xiaohong was speechless for a moment. She was not in the right either, but she said it on purpose.
Now that they've asked me this, I'm even more at a loss for words.
She looked around and saw that no one spoke up for her, which made her feel guilty.
But he still tried to sound tough, and said, forcing himself to speak:
"I don't need proof. You were the one who took our table. Besides, the People's Liberation Army should serve the people. What kind of business is it to take space from ordinary people?"
Zhao Mingyan snorted.
"Don't use the word 'robbery' without evidence. Serving the people is the duty of the People's Liberation Army."
But in real life, the People's Liberation Army soldiers are also human beings; they need to eat and make a living.
Why do you need the People's Liberation Army to run ahead and shield you from bullets on the battlefield, but in daily life you can't even get a full meal and have to give way to them first?
You have quite a lot of demands! How come you're so old? And you think you're right? Didn't your parents teach you to be humble and discreet when you go out?
I heard from my boyfriend that you work at the grain bureau and aren't good-looking, and seeing you today, it's true.
I happen to be free this afternoon, so I'll take my boyfriend to your workplace to see your supervisor and discuss how to punish Yin Xiaohong, an employee of the Grain Bureau, for harassing soldiers!
Zhao Mingyan didn't feel ashamed to say that; she used to have to eat by herself, and she'd seen all sorts of embarrassing situations.
Being insulted at will has become commonplace for me, so my mental fortitude is already top-notch. What do I care about other people's opinions?
Even if you look me blind, I'm not afraid.
Zhao Mingyan stared at Yin Xiaohong, noticing her face flushed, and continued:
"Didn't you say that Ding Haotian is only fit to go to the village to find widows? I'm eight hundred times better than you, as everyone in this restaurant can tell at a glance."
What are you wearing? And your boyfriend's suit, it looks like it's made of acrylic, not even cotton or linen.
Good quality materials have to be cashmere or camel hair; it seems our capabilities aren't quite there yet.
As she spoke, Zhao Mingyan bent down, cupped Ding Haotian's face, and kissed him on the lips.
The surrounding diners blushed; kissing in public is still embarrassing these days.
Zhao Mingyan, wearing peach-pink lipstick, gave Ding Haotian an unexpected kiss, making his face turn red and his ears burn.
He didn't expect Mingyan to do that, but the taste was really nice when he licked it with his tongue, full of sweetness.
"Ms. Yin Xiaohong, thank you for letting him go to me. I'm so glad you let go in time, otherwise I would never have met such a good man!"
By the way, I heard your boyfriend is a college student. Which college? I'll write a letter describing what happened today and mail it to the school.
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