Chang Mian leaned back on the single sofa seat, supported his chin with one hand, and raised his eyebrows.
Chang Chang repeated, "I want to eat rice bowl."
"I'm sorry, I really don't."
"You can't do it? I don't believe that the chef in your kitchen can only cook Western food." Chang Mian glared at the waiter and cleared his throat: "Ask your chef to do it, two bowls of rice bowl, beef
Tasty!"
This is not the first time that the waiter has encountered such a difficult customer. He stood in a standard posture, holding a menu, and mechanically repeated: "We only sell the food on the menu, and there is no rice bowl. Why don't you two take a look at the menu."
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"I want to eat rice bowl."
Chang Mian slapped the table: "Did you hear that? Don't do it yet!"
Chang Shang, who was sitting opposite him, was startled by his sudden yelling voice. She suddenly felt that she was being unreasonable and making things difficult for a waiter. His job was not easy either.
His expression immediately softened, and the legs under the table kicked him lightly.
Chang Mian remained unmoved, kept a straight face, and was quite bluffing, just like a nouveau riche ruffian.
However, he has an aura of nobility, a strong aura, and an arrogant look. He seems to be really hard to mess with, and the waiters were almost frightened to tears by him.
The lobby manager rushed over after hearing the news. When he saw it was Chang Mian, he thought something bad had happened and hurriedly came up to apologize, "It turns out that Mr. Chang is here. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. This waiter is new. I don't know you. I offend you."
Please bear with me. Whatever you want to eat, we will make it right away and we will definitely satisfy you.”
"They wanted to order rice bowls, but there was no such food on the menu..." The waiter was indeed new here, and he didn't know how to defend himself.
The lobby manager kept winking at her. As he spoke, he glared at her and told her to shut up and leave.
Chang Shang felt a little embarrassed, she had caused this incident herself, and she had to take care of herself. She quickly took the menu, flipped through it, and ordered something casually.
The lobby manager looked at Chang Shang and then turned his attention to Chang Mian. Seeing that he had a gloomy face and said nothing, he was worried that if he really made this god unhappy, then their hotel would be closed down.
Chang Shang kicked him twice under the table and winked at him.
"Two bowls of donburi, beef-flavored, hurry up." Chang Mian's face softened.
The lobby manager breathed a sigh of relief and left with a smile. As he walked far away, he noticed a cold sweat on his back. Who was Chang Mian? He was also a regular customer of the restaurant. Knowing his identity, they couldn't afford to offend him, so they hurried to the kitchen to ask someone.
Make rice bowl.
"Why are you so fierce? You have such a long face, it almost made the waiter cry." Chang Shang muttered.
Chang Mian sat up straight, leaned towards her, and approached her: "It's not that you don't like the waiter, I taught you a lesson, why is it my fault again?"
"I don't dislike her." Chang Shang dodged her eyes and argued.
"When you come to a French restaurant and order rice bowls, you don't like her, but you don't like me, right?" Chang Mian snorted playfully: "You just picked up a treasure and you are not satisfied. Didn't you see the way the little girl looked at me just now?
It’s all straight, you don’t know how to take good care of such a popular man, you are getting angry with me all day long, and you are getting more and more angry with me, right?”
Chang Shang rolled her eyes at him and sat there playing with her mobile phone, ignoring him.
While waiting for the waiter to bring the dinner plate, Chang Shang still lowered her head and played with her mobile phone, her body motionless.