Song Liyun raised an eyebrow at Han Ming. Just now, Han Ming went to the counter to add dishes and said that Song Zhenping and the others were lucky to have such a good meal.
Han Ming was telling Song Liyun about the delicious food he had eaten on the grasslands when a waiter came in and said that there were no lamb chops left. He asked in confusion, "When I paid extra to have another plate grilled, your manager already wrote it down in the ledger."
They said they'd harvested several sheep today, enough to feed everyone they wanted, so why are they all gone now?
When the waiter heard him mention the manager, he stammered, "The kitchen said they're out of stock, so they'll send roast chicken instead!"
Song Liyun put down her chopsticks, frowned and said, "I love your roasted lamb chops. If you don't have lamb chops, then don't roast any more. Just return the money."
"Alas, it's a pity those two who farm every day don't have this fortune; at least they saved me money."
The following sentence was addressed to Han Ming.
The large plate on the table was about to be finished by the two of them, and now that they couldn't bake any more, Song Zhenping and Xiao An wouldn't be able to eat any.
She wanted to buy the lamb chops because she felt the cumin powder in them had a unique flavor.
She was willing to spend money on roast chicken, but Song Zhenping was reluctant. At first, he would say that the money for one roast chicken was enough to eat three large plates of chicken.
Seeing that Song Liyun was somewhat displeased but not angry, the waiter, who had initially been testing her, was now certain: they were indeed two country bumpkins who had never eaten roast lamb before.
His voice rose: "Miss, Tianxiang Restaurant has no rule about refunding money! That chicken is already on the rack and being roasted."
They wouldn't give me a refund for the lamb chops I paid for, and they insisted on giving me roast chicken instead!
Is this an attempt to force a sale?
Is this the layout of Tianxianglou, the most famous restaurant in Qili County?
Song Liyun remained silent, but Han Ming slammed his chopsticks on the table: "What do you mean? We don't want the roast chicken. The dishes haven't even been served yet. What rule is this that says we can't get a refund!"
The waiter smirked, "Go out and ask around. When has Tianxiang Restaurant ever asked for a refund for orders?"
Han Ming stood up angrily: "We didn't eat it, so we want a refund."
"Tianxianglou doesn't have that rule!" the waiter retorted. "Sir, our roast chicken is also famous. Since you rarely come here, you can try more of our specialties and save money."
He emphasized the words "saving money," which echoed what Song Liyun had just said.
Song Liyun raised an eyebrow. She had only made a self-deprecating remark, but this guy had taken it seriously.
Han Ming was annoyed and wanted to argue, but Song Liyun waved her hand to stop him and said to the waiter indifferently, "Tianxiang Restaurant does not have a rule of refunding customers' money?"
"Yes, that's how we've been doing it for decades. We can't give you a refund, but we can put it on your tab and keep it for next time." The waiter was a little smug; only Tianxiang Restaurant dared to keep customers like this.
"Then let me ask you, how many years has Tianxianglou been allowing itself to change customers' dishes at will?" Song Liyun's voice instantly turned cold as she stared coldly at the waiter.
"We...I..." The waiter was speechless for a moment. Changing the dishes ordered by the customers was not the rule of Tianxianglou, and he dared not admit it.
Song Liyun glanced at the waiter, stood up and walked out: "Pay the bill for the food here, we don't want the roast chicken or the roast lamb, let's go!"
Even a lowly lad wouldn't dare to have such audacity.
Either Tianxianglou has a bad habit of bullying its customers because it's a big restaurant, or the dishes I ordered were secretly replaced by the waiters who profited from it.
Neither of these things meant Song Liyun wanted to be the sucker.
"Hey! Hey! Miss, I'm just a waiter, you can't make things difficult for me."
If I return the food, the building will fine me my monthly salary, and I still have a wife, children, and elderly parents to support.
When the waiter saw that Song Liyun was really leaving, he quickly blocked the door and complained loudly, as if Song Liyun was bullying him.
Seeing that the waiter was still trying to be clever, Song Liyun became really annoyed and pushed him away: "I don't want to eat, I don't want to pay, don't you understand?"
I'm here to enjoy my meal, not to act as a living saint and save all sentient beings.
They didn't smash up the shop simply because they weren't familiar with the area.
When the waiter saw that Song Liyun had already gone downstairs, he panicked and quickly went into the private room next door.
The private room was located on the second floor of Tianxiang Tower. Song Liyun and her companion had just turned the corner and reached the top of the stairs when they heard footsteps behind them, followed by a loud shout: "You two in front, stop right there! If you dare to move again, Fourth Master will break your legs!"
The entrance to the building was right in front of her. If Song Liyun wanted to leave, she could just go downstairs, but... she really wanted to see what this arrogant person who dared to steal her food and now wanted to break her leg looked like.
She stopped and turned around with a cold expression.
Three people came out of the next private room, the man in the lead looking to be in his thirties or forties.
His face was flushed from the alcohol, as red as a boiled shrimp, and the oily sweat on his nose and forehead glistened in the candlelight.
The man first beat Song Liyun from head to toe, then squinted and grinned wickedly before turning to look at Han Ming.
Suddenly, his eyes widened and he burst into laughter: "So it was Han Da Sha who was being so disrespectful!"
When did you come to Qili County? Why didn't you tell your brother? I could have had a drink with you.
Oh, so he's hooked up with another woman. Now that he's got money, he's coming to Tianxianglou for roast lamb!
He staggered past Song Liyun, put his hand on Han Ming's shoulder, and grinned lewdly.
Han Ming shoved the arm away and said in a deep voice, "Min Gande, this is my current boss. Don't talk nonsense."
"The boss?"
Min Gande staggered, his voice strangely drawn out, and looked Song Liyun over carefully again.
She was wearing a light blue, slightly worn, narrow-sleeved long coat, with a matching cloth tightly tied around her waist. Her light blue cotton trousers were tucked into her leather boots, making her waist appear slender and her movements brisk.
Having eaten and slept well for the past two months, Song Liyun's previously unhealthy sallow complexion has faded.
The young girl's skin was smooth and radiant, full of vitality. Even without makeup and with only a wooden hairpin in her hair, she was still incredibly beautiful.
Then there were those fearless eyes that were stubbornly staring at her, which looked quite charming.
Min Gande raised an eyebrow and burst into laughter: "Good, what a pretty female boss! Han Dashan, it's rare for us to meet, so please come in and have a drink before you leave. Weren't you just asking for roast lamb chops? Here, it's on me."
He reached out to grab Han Ming, intending to take him away.
Song Liyun stood quietly to the side, taking in the entire situation inside the private room.
There were three other people sitting in the private room, each with unfriendly eyes, clearly not good people.
Seeing Min Gande pull Han Ming away, Han Ming felt a pang of anxiety. Knowing he couldn't let himself be entangled, he immediately said, "Uncle, we have other things to do and can't drink. Please forgive us. Han Ming, let's go."
Upon hearing Song Liyun speak, the two men beside Min Gande chuckled and blocked her way, saying, "When Fourth Master Min invites someone out for drinks, no one dares to refuse."
Young lady, if you know what's good for you, go in and have a few drinks with us. For Brother Han's sake, we won't make things difficult for you.
No problem, what are we doing now?
Their words are less convincing than "a dog says it doesn't eat shit."
Song Liyun's face immediately turned frosty.
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