Chapter 334: 109: Teach the scum a lesson, be the matchmaker_1

Ni Yang had her steak cooked medium-rare.

Considering that it was Ni Cuihua’s first time eating steak and she might not be used to it, Ni Yang ordered one that was well-done for her.

Well-done?

Upon hearing this, the waiter showed contempt in his eyes.

Just some country bumpkins, dressed up smartly but that flashy exterior couldn’t hide the sour stench of poverty about them.

“I’m sorry, but we don’t serve well-done steaks here.” The impatience was escalating in the waiter’s eyes.

In the year or so he’s been working here, he’d hardly encountered customers who ordered their steak well-done.

Even medium-rares were fine.

The best way to enjoy a steak was to have it rare.

“How come there’s no well-done steak?” Ni Yang slightly tilted her head up, her eyes twinkling with a captivating spirit.

The waiter felt somewhat oppressed as if facing a superior.

Was it an illusion?

She clearly looked a few years younger than him.

The waiter responded calmly, “The minimum our customers order is medium. Sorry, we truly don’t serve well-done steak.”

Ni Yang, without intending to give the waiter a hard time, spoke softly, “Would you please let your head chef know to cook my mom’s steak well-done? She’s not used to medium-rare steak.”

“I’m sorry,” while the word ‘sorry’ left the waiter’s mouth, there was not a hint of remorse in his expression, “We can’t make a well-done steak.”

Ni Yang placed down the menu, slightly furrowed her brows, “You haven’t conveyed the message yet, how do you know the kitchen can’t prepare it? Is your steak not prepared in the kitchen?”

“It is prepared in the kitchen.”

Ni Yang ordered, “Then please ask the chef to cook my mother’s steak well-done.”

“Sorry, we can’t.” The waiter reiterated his previous statement.

This is a western restaurant – those without qualifications and can’t speak English can’t truly fit in.

While he was merely a waiter, his salary was much higher than that of ordinary workers.

He really didn’t think much of Ni Cuihua and Ni Yang, regarding them as country bumpkins.

Ni Yang slightly furrowed her brow, “Rules are dead, people are alive. Is it so difficult to convey a message to the kitchen? In your position, do your job, fulfil your duty. Have you forgotten your responsibility?”

“If you don’t want to eat, the door’s right over there.” She didn’t need to serve them if they didn’t want to eat!

Ni Yang smiled faintly, opting not to stoop to the waiter’s level, “I’d like to speak with your manager.”

The commotion quickly drew the attention of the other customers.

All eyes were turned in their direction.

A well-done steak was indeed rare to see, so was such a beautiful young lady.

They were eager to see how Ni Yang would resolve this issue.

Upon hearing this, the waiter showed no signs of fear but instead smiled and said, “Alright, just a moment.”

This is a western restaurant, after all.

Barring the waitstaff, all the leaders here were from F Country. They didn’t speak Chinese, only speaking French.

Did Ni Yang plan to lodge a complaint?

Could she speak French?

Given her appearance, she probably couldn’t even recognize all 26 English alphabets.

If Ni Yang called the manager, she would only end up embarrassing herself.

The waiter had seen too many people from his country embarrassed by their lack of French skills while communicating with their superiors.

Thinking about this, the waiter was filled with disdain.

Sure enough, a muscular man with blonde hair and blue eyes soon came over with the waiter.

“Hello.” The manager respectfully bowed, speaking in fluent French.

Seeing the blonde, blue-eyed manager, the crowd couldn’t wait to witness the drama that was about to unfold.

Oh? He’s from F Country.

The young lady was going to fall flat on her face this time.

Youths are too impulsive. Always demanding to see managers when things don’t go their way. If they can’t make a well-done steak, just leave.

Why make it so awkward?

Ni Yang didn’t anticipate a foreigner from F Country to show up, and was momentarily startled.

The waiter’s dismissive look became even more evident. He immediately spoke, “Manager, here’s the deal, this customer is causing trouble, wanting to dine and dash…” Relying on the fact that Ni Yang and the other customers didn’t understand French, he started painting Ni Yang as a brazen customer seeking a free meal.

At a nearby table, a middle-aged man elegantly sliced a piece of steak and said to a young man across from him, “Xiaoxu, please help that lady out.”