Chapter 62 Sorry

This Chinese restaurant must be very capable to be able to open in a high-end place like Harrods.

The entire storefront decoration alone gives people a very Western feeling. Even the store name is in English, and even the menu and recipes posted at the door only have English annotations.

"Can we eat authentic Chinese food in a place like this?" Yang Huan doubted.

Everything in Wangjiang Pavilion is in Chinese, all tableware is imported from China, and the chefs and waiters are all Chinese or overseas Chinese, who at least have to speak standard and fluent Chinese.

In Yang Huan's opinion, these are the minimum.

It’s just like when you go to a French restaurant in China to eat, people there like to speak French.

You just have to show this kind of style!

"Don't always think that your stuff is the best. Maybe other people's food is really delicious." Zhang Ning gave him a coquettish look and instead took his hand and walked in.

"Welcome, how many people are there?"

"Thank you, all of you!" Zhang Ning did not forget Long Wu who was following behind him.

The three of them found a secluded window seat and sat down.

The waiter came over quickly and said, "Hello, three of you. What would you like to eat?"

Zhang Ning looked at Yang Huan. She always followed Yang Huan's wishes when going out.

Who made this young master the most difficult to serve?

"Whatever, just order some common dishes like shark fin, abalone, bird's nest, and a few of your specialties. Come on, I'm starving." Yang Huan ordered casually.

Zhang Ning's forehead was full of black lines, this is the style of the young master.

Logically speaking, Master Huan was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and he should have been tired of expensive dishes like abalone and shark fins long ago.

When the waiter heard this, he immediately knew that a rich person had come, and he looked Chinese, perhaps traveling to London.

Nowadays, Chinese tourists who come to London spend a lot of money without counting.

"Okay, I'll be right there." The waiter nodded in agreement immediately.

At this time, a guest came to the next table. He was a European with white hair. He looked a bit old, but his face was rosy and he was slightly plump. His clothes were very ordinary, just a white shirt and jeans that had been washed countless times.

"Waiter, take your order." The man raised his hand and shouted as soon as he sat down.

"Here I am." The waiter turned around and walked up to the man. "Hello, old man, what would you like to eat?"

"You are a Chinese restaurant, do you know how to cook Chinese food?" the man asked.

"Yes, as long as it is the material we have in our store, you can order whatever you want."

The white-haired old man hummed, without even looking at the menu, "Then give me an egg fried rice, a plate of braised tofu and twice-cooked pork, and finally a plate of stir-fried vegetables, and a tomato egg drop soup."

After the old man finished ordering, he looked at the dumbfounded waiter and said, "Well, that's all for now. Go and make it."

Yang Huan was laughing as he listened to this. He came to a high-end restaurant and ordered such ordinary fast food?

Quite interesting!

Sure enough, the waiter got angry when he heard it, "I'm sorry, old man, we are busy at meal time now. I'm afraid the kitchen doesn't have time to make these simple dishes for you. How about you order something else? Or, turn left when you go out, there is a small Chinese restaurant."

It felt like I was despising him.

This is Harrods, a high-end place. When you come here you have to be like the young man behind you and order abalone, shark fin and the like. What you ordered are low-end items. We don't have them here, and we wouldn't sell them even if we did.

Isn't it embarrassing?

"No?" The white-haired old man was a little dissatisfied. "Didn't you tell me just now that I could order anything as long as it's Chinese food? And what I ordered are the most common ingredients. How could your restaurant not have them?"

The waiter was also a little angry. He was dressed so casually, yet dared to come to a high-end restaurant, but ordered such low-end dishes. Wasn't he just trying to show off?

"I'm sorry, sir, the dishes you ordered are too ordinary. We are a high-end restaurant and don't serve this kind of food."

"What do you mean high-end restaurants don't make this kind of food?" The white-haired old man was angry after hearing this. "Explain it to me clearly, why can't these dishes be made? I really must eat here today!"

"You..." The waiter had never seen anyone so shameless.

I told you not to make such common dishes anymore, but you still don’t understand?

Yang Huan and Zhang Ning were sitting at the next table and saw and heard the whole thing.

"This man seems to be a connoisseur of gourmet food. The dishes he ordered are all the most ordinary ones, but the most ordinary ones are often the ones that show the chef's skills the best." Zhang Ning was a little curious about this white-haired old man.

She felt that at the very least she was a stubborn person who fought for delicious food.

Yang Huan didn't think it was a big deal. Wasn't it just a dispute?

When eating, it’s better to have people arguing nearby.

"I'm telling you, I really have to have a plate of egg fried rice here today, otherwise I won't give up!"

The two quarreled for a long time, attracting the attention of everyone in the restaurant, and the white-haired old man seemed to be angered and uttered a harsh word.

"Hey, what's wrong with not giving up? What are you going to do? Destroy my store?"

At this time, a group of people came out from behind, led by a young man in his twenties, followed by a group of people in black suits. They looked very ferocious, as if they came out of The Matrix.

"Is it him?" Yang Huan has a good memory and recognized him at the first sight.

Isn’t he the rich second generation I met when I first came to Harrods?

Is this his shop?

Starting a Chinese restaurant?

Damn, competitors are my enemies. I am planning to find an opportunity to open a branch in London. Are you trying to steal my business?

"What do you want to do?"

The white-haired old man was a little panicked when he saw the other party's situation.

If you count them, there are seven or eight people from the Matrices following the young man. Most people would be afraid of their aura.

"What are you doing?" The young man walked over and didn't even look at the white-haired old man. "I didn't plan to do anything. I just wanted to see if you would give up. I won't do business with you. What's the matter?"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and immediately a bodyguard behind him brought up a box of cigars. He opened it and took out a cigar as thick as a finger. After cutting a piece, he lit it. The whole process was very impressive.

When the people in the restaurant saw how ferocious he looked, no one dared to say anything.

The white-haired old man also became weak and was outnumbered.

"Well, it's my bad luck." After saying that, he was about to leave.

"Wait!" The young man raised his hand and called him.

Immediately, a Matrix stood in front of the white-haired old man, blocking his way out.

"Do you really think you can leave whenever you want?"

The white-haired old man was also a little panicked, "So what do you want?"

"Apologize!" The young man pointed at the waiter in his restaurant with the hand holding the cigar.

The white-haired old man was so angry that his face turned red and he was breathing heavily. He was old and had never suffered such humiliation.

"Hurry up and apologize, or I'll make you leave lying down!"

The young man slammed the tabletop hard, and immediately the dishes, knives and forks on it made a chaotic noise.

Everyone in the restaurant was startled by the sudden noise. Everyone looked at this side with fear. Some of them recognized that this was the famous rich second generation in London, John Huntel.

Yang Huan now finally believed one thing, that is, arrogant and domineering rich second-generations can be found everywhere.

But what he couldn't stand the most was that someone was even more arrogant than him in front of him.

That’s too much. You don’t give me any face at all!

"Hey, who are you trying to scare?" Yang Huan finally couldn't help but speak out.

John Hunter hadn't noticed Yang Huan and the other two in the corner. When he heard someone making a noise while he was showing off, he immediately got angry. "Damn it, just to scare you... Hey, it's you?"

As soon as he turned around and saw Yang Huan, Zhang Ning and Long Wu, John Hunter was immediately shocked and his face turned pale.

It can only be said that what happened last time in Harros left too deep an impression on him.

Especially the young Kung Fu man who was sitting aside playing games on his mobile phone and looked very harmless. His carefully selected bodyguards were thrown out one by one by the other party. He will never forget that scene in his life, and it has left him with a serious psychological trauma.

"Yes, it's me!" Yang Huan then raised his head to look at him, smiling with a mouthful of white teeth showing.

But this expression made John Hunter feel creepy.

"I still remember you told me to be careful. I have been very careful, but I didn't expect to run into you!" Yang Huan stood up with a laugh and pointed at the British rich second generation who looked scared. "You are so unlucky. Did you not burn incense before going out today?"

John Hunter didn't know what burning incense meant, but it sounded scary.

"I witnessed the entire incident. I saw your waiter openly discriminate against the elderly. Also, your waiter's attitude was extremely bad. Even a bystander like me couldn't stand it. It was too outrageous. We must go to the Consumers Association to sue you until you close down!"

While Yang Huan was speaking, the white-haired old man kept nodding his head with a look of gratitude. He felt that his injustice had finally been redressed and someone was willing to stand up and speak the truth.

"Finally, I have to say that as a Chinese restaurant, they can't even make fried rice, a home-cooked dish that even my mistress can make. It's so shameful. Don't call it a Chinese restaurant. It's a disgrace to us Chinese people!"

Zhang Ning listened at the side, her face flushed, and she glared at him in reproach.

What do you mean even I can do it?

I’m a good cook, okay?

You just didn't have the chance to taste it.

"Three major crimes, aunt can tolerate it but uncle can't. What do you think we should do?"

After saying that, Yang Huan sat down with his arms and legs spread out, making his attitude clear: If you don't satisfy me today, I will make you suffer.

John Hunter stood there, not daring to move, and not knowing how to respond. The bodyguards behind him had all seen how powerful Long Wu was, and none of them dared to approach him. The waitress just stood there, completely confused about the situation.

How come Master John, who usually looks so ferocious, acts like a mouse seeing a cat when he sees this person?

The white-haired old man quickly figured out what was going on, and immediately walked over to Long Wu's side, grinning, "Sir, do you mind if I share the table with you?"

"Don't mind, take a seat!" Yang Huan didn't take it to heart.

When John Hunter saw this situation, he knew that this matter could not be resolved peacefully. He also knew that he could not afford to offend this Chinese man. After all, he had experts around him.

"Okay, I give in." John Hunter said dejectedly.

Yang Huan shook his head, "I didn't hear it clearly."

"I said, I was wrong, I am willing to apologize!"

"Well, this attitude is not bad." Yang Huan nodded, "Since it is an apology, you must say sorry first."

"You..." John Hunter immediately got angry. He had never said sorry to anyone in his life.

"You don't want to say it?" Yang Huan glanced at him.

Long Wu put down his phone, clenched his fists, and his joints made crackling sounds.

John Hunter was shocked. If he was thrown out again, he would lose face.

I had no choice but to bow my head as the situation was stronger than me.

"sorry!"

Yang Huan hummed and pointed at the old man opposite, "Where's he?"

John Hunter really wanted to kill the Chinese man in front of him with one punch, but he didn't have the ability to do so.

Gritting his teeth, he turned to the white-haired old man and said abruptly, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's okay, no need to apologize to me!" The white-haired old man smiled and waved his hands, feeling very upset.

You bastard, you didn't just act pretentiously, but you threatened me?

Aren't you going to apologize to me happily now?

"It seems that this old gentleman thinks your apology is not sincere enough. You should be more sincere."

John Hunter had never suffered such humiliation since he was born, but there was nothing he could do about it. Who was he to blame?

I could only grit my teeth and lower my head, "I'm sorry!"

This time, the white-haired old man looked at Yang Huan, then looked at the rich second generation who bowed his head, and replied with a wry smile, "It doesn't matter!"

After hearing this, John Hunter felt relieved and quickly turned around and left.

"Well, since you're apologizing, then you can treat me to dinner today as an apology!"

When he heard Yang Huan calling behind him, he didn't even dare to turn his head.

Compared to apologizing in front of everyone, a meal is nothing.

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