She gently tugged at the corner of Ye Wudao's clothes to signal him to stop talking, and then started ordering the meal seriously.
Young Master deliberately humiliated Ye Wudao and said with a smile: "I heard that this dear man has a bad appetite and can only eat soft food."
"Waiter, please order him some millet porridge, thank you."
Xu Nuannuan laughed out loud: "Yes, yes, the worse it is cooked, the better. Rotten people only deserve to eat rotten rice."
Ye Wudao looked at the young master with a faint look: "You look down on soft eaters, you must have a hard appetite?"
"Waiter, please order him a piece of iron pot stewed with weights."
Xu Nuannuan angrily scolded: "Go, go, go, go, you have no right to speak here."
"Today my little brother Ma has reserved the place. You can eat whatever he wants you to eat!"
"I still say what I said, wait until you have the strength to book the venue before you speak. Now shut your stinky mouth."
Ye Wudao: "Didn't I tell you that I am the owner of this store and I still have to reserve the place?"
The young master smiled: "Really?"
"Then I want to see if the waiter listens to the VIPs who reserved the room, or to you as the 'boss'."
Xu Nuannuan and Xu Ling'er quickly finished ordering, and the waiter hurriedly went to the kitchen to prepare.
It didn't take long for the waiter to bring Xu Nuannuan and Xu Ling'er's meal. It was exquisite and unique, full of color, fragrance and taste, which opened up the taste buds.
Xu Nuannuan was not busy eating, but sneered: "Where's your 'boss'' millet porridge? Isn't it ready yet?"
Just as the waiter was about to speak, the young master said: "Nuan Nuan, didn't you tell me to boil the rice porridge a little bit?"
"With all this time, the rice porridge won't be cooked properly."
Xu Nuannuan smiled: "That's right. You cook it slowly, and it won't be too late to serve it to him after we finish eating."
Xu Nuannuan started eating slowly, observing Ye Wudao while eating.
Ye Wudao didn't feel the slightest bit ashamed, but felt content with himself.
Xu Nuannuan sighed inwardly, hey, this guy really has no sense of shame at all, I guess it's useless no matter how much Brother Ma tries to provoke him.
Mud won't stick to the wall!
Xu Ling'er didn't eat.
Judging from the current situation, Ye Wudao will only be able to drink millet porridge later.
In order not to embarrass Ye Wudao, she decided to share her meal with Ye Wudao later.
Not long after, the waiter brought another meal.
The waiter carefully picked up the meal and put it on the table.
In order to show himself to be a polite gentleman, the young master hurriedly reached out to pick it up: "Thank you."
Unexpectedly, the waiter quickly took the meal back and said, "Sorry sir, this is not for you."
Huh? The young master frowned.
In full view of everyone, the waiter placed the exquisite meal in front of Ye Wudao: "Mr. Ye, please use it with caution."
Grass!
The young master's lungs suddenly exploded with anger. The stupid waiter dared to disobey him, causing him to lose face.
His hand is raised, it doesn't matter if he puts it down, or doesn't let it go.
Xu Nuannuan and Xu Ling'er were also stunned, looking at the waiter inexplicably.
The young master is a distinguished guest. If a little waiter dares to disobey the distinguished guest, isn't he seeking death?
Just as the young master was about to have a seizure, the waiter hurriedly persuaded him: "Sir, we have prepared your meal for you."
"Please sit back, this meal is a bit big, so I won't touch you."
The anger in the young master's chest finally subsided a little.
They didn't serve rice porridge to Ye Wudao, probably because the Michelin restaurant didn't have such low-level ingredients, and serving rice porridge to the customers would offend the guests.
They prepared a bigger and more exquisite meal for themselves, which was better than Ye Wudao, and it was considered as a favor for themselves.
This restaurant really knows how to get things done.
He was really looking forward to seeing how many "surprise" meals Michelin would give him.
Under his expectation, the waiter brought the "iron pot stewed with weights" on the table.