Jiang Shiyue thought that the family's living standard had improved now. Although they couldn't lack chicken, duck, fish and meat, they appeared on the table much more frequently than before.
However, Chen Dingguo and Wu Xiu'e had never eaten Western food.
So Jiang Shiyue suggested going to the only high-end Western restaurant in Yincheng for dinner.
Chen Shanhe went to park the car, and Jiang Shiyue pushed Chen Dingguo and took Wu Xiu'e and Yangyang in first.
Unexpectedly, I was stopped by the doorman as soon as I arrived at the door.
The doorman looked at Chen Dingguo and Wu Xiu'e, then at Jiang Shiyue, and after a moment's hesitation, he said, "I'm sorry, we have a minimum consumption requirement."
Jiang Shiyue could see that the doorman had no ill intentions and was just reminding them that the consumption in the store was not low, but she still felt unhappy.
He said coldly, "I've been here a few times before, how come I didn't know there was a minimum consumption?"
The doorman wanted to say something but stopped himself. Another doorman pulled him and smiled as he welcomed Jiang Shiyue and the others in.
After walking a few steps, Jiang Shiyue heard the two doormen talking in low voices behind him.
"Why are you meddling in this? If you stop them from entering, not only will they not think well of you, they'll even think you're being mean. Why should you take their kindness for granted?"
"But Song... she's clearly in a bad mood today. Seeing how tacky the guests at this table are, with someone in a wheelchair, she might start making a scene again."
"Let them make a fuss! It has nothing to do with us. Besides, the young lady at this table is no pushover. Her clothes are so fashionable! If she goes up against Miss Song, we'll be in for a fight."
“…”
Jiang Shiyue raised her eyebrows and her first reaction was to look towards the hall.
This western restaurant is not authentic. It was originally a real western restaurant opened by foreigners.
Later, due to historical changes, foreigners withdrew their investment and the restaurant was taken over by locals, and later it became a state-owned restaurant.
The decor of the Western restaurant has not changed, but the taste has become more localized.
Due to high prices and other reasons, the business is poorly managed and is in a dying state.
Today seems a bit abnormal. The hall is not crowded, but it is much more popular than before. About half of the tables are occupied.
And most of them seem to be in the same group.
A group of rebellious young people.
Wu Xiu'e was always nervous in such situations. She nervously grabbed Jiang Shiyue's arm and said, "Yueyue, how about we go to another place?"
Jiang Shiyue hesitated.
Chen Shanhe, who had just parked his car, came in and saw them parked at the door. He asked Jiang Shiyue, "What's wrong?"
Jiang Shiyue raised his chin to gesture to the lively group in the hall.
Chen Shanhe lowered his head and rubbed Yangyang's head with his big palm. "Want to eat steak?"
Yangyang nodded.
Chen Shanhe looks at Chen Dingguo.
Chen Dingguo laughed, "I'm buried up to my neck in dirt, so I've never been to a place like this before. It's good to come and broaden my horizons." He raised his hand and patted Wu Xiu'e's. "We're just here to eat, not to fight with them. What are you afraid of?"
"Dad is right!" Jiang Shiyue gently pushed Chen Shanhe on the back, "Take mom and dad over first, I'll go to the kitchen."
***
Chen Shanhe was afraid that Wu Xiu'e would feel uncomfortable, so he tried to find a seat away from the crowd.
Wu Xiu'e breathed a sigh of relief only after she sat down in the high-back booth.
Most restaurants have large open spaces like classrooms, but this Western restaurant has booths, which provide more privacy.
As soon as we sat down, guests from an unknown table started banging on the table, "Waiter, can you please hurry up? We've been sitting here for half an hour and the food hasn't arrived yet! Is your chef dead?"
Wu Xiu'e shuddered with fear.
Chen Shanhe patted Wu Xiu'e on the shoulder and turned to look at the guest who was banging the table.
On the other side of the aisle, two tables apart, sat four young men and women.
From this angle, Chen Shanhe could see a man and a woman facing him.
They all dress quite stylishly.
Even if Chen Shanhe doesn't understand trends, he still understands what fashion is with a wife like Jiang Shiyue.
The girl, with her permed hair, patted a jeweled hand on the table. "Don't be sad, baby. It's just a broken heart! Three-legged frogs are hard to find, but two-legged men are everywhere."
"What do you know! I've never met a man as good as Ah Fa! If I leave him, I'll never find such a good man in my life!"
"How could that be? You're still so young, and you'll meet so many men in the future! What's Ah Fa?"
Another person echoed, "Exactly. You're the eldest daughter of the Song family. There are plenty of men eager to marry you. You were simply fooled by that Ah Fa. When you wake up, you'll realize how foolish this relationship is."
“…”
Chen Shanhe listened for a while and figured it was probably a story about a girl named Song from a wealthy or powerful family who had just broken up with her boyfriend and had lavishly invited her friends over for dinner to vent her frustrations. Anyway, it had nothing to do with him, so he looked away and joined Chen Dingguo and Wu Xiu'e in small talk.
After a few minutes, the group started knocking on the table again to urge for the food.
The waiter repeatedly explained that Western food itself is slow to prepare, and that their restaurant was short-staffed. If they were to serve more than a dozen tables at the same time, the food would be served slowly, so he asked them to be more understanding.
But Miss Song, who had been heartbroken, now felt that the whole world was wrong and there was no way she could forgive. She cursed the waiter and even picked up the porcelain plate on the table and threw it at the waiter.
The waiter subconsciously turned his head to avoid it, and the plate flew diagonally behind him.
Wu Xiu'e was frightened and screamed.
Chen Shanhe quickly picked up the white porcelain plate with a slightly gloomy look.
Seeing this, the waiter didn't care about the unruly guests at that table. He ran over and bowed to Chen Shanhe and the others to apologize.
Chen Shanhe waved his hand to indicate that it was nothing and returned the plates to them.
However, before they, the victims, could say anything, the troublemakers at that table became relentless.
The young man with middle-parted hair standing by the aisle stood up and rushed over, pushing the waiter. "You haven't even finished your sentence yet! Why are you running away?"
Waiters these days are not as tolerant as those in the new century. They retorted on the spot: "If I didn't run away, would you have beaten me? You almost hit the guests at other tables! We waiters only provide service, not maids and servants to be beaten and scolded at will."
When the young man heard this, he kicked the waiter without saying a word.
Chen Shanhe was quick to pull the waiter back who hadn't reacted, and at the same time raised his legs to separate the legs of the young man with the middle-parted hair.
"Who is this country bumpkin who's meddling in other people's business?" The man with the middle-parted hair frowned and cursed.
hula.
The guests at several tables all stood up and looked over here.
You can tell at first glance that they are in the same group.
Seeing that the situation was not good, other customers stood up and went to the cashier to pay and leave.
Wu Xiu'e became even more frightened and kept pulling Chen Shanhe's sleeves.
Chen Dingguo also spoke: "Shanhe, forget it."
There were four people at their table: Yangyang was a four-year-old child, Wu Xiu'e was an old lady with bound feet, and he was an old man who could not even walk properly.
There is only one young man, Chen Shanhe.
He might not suffer any loss in a fight, but it would be difficult for him to protect the three of them and fight these people at the same time.
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