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Chapter 62 I'm Sorry

This Chinese restaurant must be strong enough to open in a high-end place like Harrods.

It’s just that the decoration of the entire facade gives people a very foreign feeling. Even the name of the store is in English, and even the menu recipes posted at the gate only have English notes.

"Can you eat authentic Chinese food in this kind of place?" Yang Huan doubted.

Everything in Wangjiang Pavilion is in Chinese, all the tableware is imported from China, and the chefs and waiters are also Chinese or overseas Chinese, at least they must have a standard fluent Chinese.

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

It's as if you go to a French restaurant to eat in China. It's a reason why people like to use French.

Just have to put on this style!

"Don't always think that your stuff is the best, maybe they really make it delicious?" Zhang Ning gave him a charming look, but instead took his hand and walked in.

"Welcome, how many are there?"

"Three, thank you!" Zhang Ning did not forget Long Wu who was following behind him.

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

The waiter came over quickly, "Hello, three, what would you like to eat?"

Zhang Ning looked at Yang Huan, she always followed Yang Huan's wishes when she went out.

Who made this young master the hardest to serve?

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

Zhang Ning has black lines all over his head, this is the style of the young master.

It stands to reason that this Young Master Huan was born with a golden key in his mouth, so he should have gotten tired of expensive dishes like abalone and shark's fin long ago.

As soon as the waiter heard it, he immediately knew that a rich man had come, and he seemed to be Chinese, maybe he was visiting London.

These days, Chinese tourists who come to London spend money without counting.

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

At this time, a guest came to the next table. He was a European with white hair. He looked a little old, but his face was very rosy, his body was slightly fat, and he was wearing ordinary clothes, just a white shirt and jeans that had been washed many times.

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

"Here we come." 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 in our store, you can order it as you like."

The white-haired old man hummed and didn't look at the menu, "Then give me an egg fried rice, another braised tofu and twice-cooked pork, and finally stir-fried vegetables, and the soup will be tomato and egg drop soup."

After the old man finished ordering, he looked at the dumbfounded waiter, "Well, that's all for now, you hurry up and do it."

Yang Huan listened happily to the side, ordering this ordinary fast food in a high-end restaurant?

interesting!
Sure enough, when the waiter heard this, he became annoyed, "I'm sorry, old man, it's meal time and we're busy. I'm afraid the kitchen doesn't have time to cook these simple dishes for you. Why don't you order something else? Or, go out and turn left, there is a small Chinese restaurant."

It felt like despising him.

This is Harrods, a high-end place. When you come here, you have to be like the young master behind you. You should order abalone, shark's fin, etc. These are all low-end products. We don't have them here, and even if we have them, we won't sell them.

Disrespectful, isn't it?

"No?" The white-haired old man was a little dissatisfied, "You didn't tell me just now, as long as it's Chinese food, you can order it? And these are the most common ingredients, do you have them in your restaurant?"

The waiter was also a little annoyed, dressed in such ordinary clothes, but dared to come to a high-end restaurant, but ordered such low-end dishes, isn't this coming to make a swollen face and pretend to be fat?
"I'm sorry, sir, the dishes you ordered are too ordinary. We are a high-end restaurant and don't serve this kind of dishes."

"What do you mean high-end restaurants don't cook this kind of food?" The white-haired old man was angry when he heard this, "Please tell me clearly, why can't these dishes be made? I really want to eat at your place today!"

"You..." The waiter has never seen such a stern face.

They say they don’t cook such ordinary dishes anymore, don’t you understand?

Yang Huan and Zhang Ning sat at the next table, seeing and hearing the whole story.

"This man seems to be a gourmet connoisseur. He orders the most common dishes, but the most common ones are often the ones with the best chef skills." Zhang Ning was a little curious about this white-haired old man.

She felt that, at the very least, she was a diehard who fought hard for food.

Yang Huan felt that it was nothing, it was just a dispute?

When eating, there are people arguing next to you, and it is better to be lively.

"Let me tell you, I really must eat a fried rice here today, otherwise I won't let it go!"

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

"Hehe, what's the matter if you don't do well? What are you going to do? Smash my shop?"

At this time, a group of people came out from behind, the leader was a young man in his 20s, followed by a group of people in black suits, they looked very menacing, as if they had walked out of the Matrix.

"It's him?" Yang Huan had a good memory and recognized him immediately.

Isn't it the rich second generation you met when you first came to Harrods?

This is his shop?
Running a Chinese restaurant?

Damn, my colleagues are friends, and I plan to find a chance to open a branch in London. Are you stealing my business?
"What do you want to do?"

When the white-haired old man saw the opponent's battle, he also panicked.

By counting, the young people are followed by seven or eight Matrix empires, with such an aura that ordinary people would be afraid.

"What are you doing?" The young man walked over and didn't look directly at the white-haired old man, "I didn't plan to do anything, I just wanted to see why you don't like me, let it go, I won't do business with you, what's the matter?"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and a bodyguard immediately brought up a box of cigars behind him. He opened it and took out a cigar as thick as a finger.

Seeing his ferocious appearance, no one in the restaurant dared to say anything.

The white-haired old man also withered, outnumbered.

"Okay, I'm unlucky." After finishing speaking, he was about to leave.

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

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

"You really think you can leave if you want?"

The white-haired old man also panicked, "Then what do you want?"

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

The white-haired old man flushed with anger and panted heavily. He was old and had never suffered such humiliation.

"Apologize quickly, or I will let you lie down and go out!"

The young man slapped the table hard, and the dishes, knives and forks on it suddenly slammed.

Everyone in the restaurant was startled by the sudden movement. Everyone looked at this side with a look of fear, and some of them recognized it. This is the famous rich second generation in London, John Hunter.

Now Yang Huan finally believes in one thing, that is, there are arrogant and domineering rich second generations everywhere.

But what he is most uncomfortable with is that someone is even more arrogant than him in front of him.

It's too much, don't give me face at all!

"Hey, who are you scaring?" Yang Huan finally couldn't hold back his voice.

John Huntel didn't notice the three of Yang Huan in the corner just now, and when he heard someone squeak while he was showing off his prestige, he immediately became angry, "Damn it, why did I scare you... Hey, it's you?"

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

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

Especially the kung fu young man who was sitting on the side playing mobile games. He looked very harmless to humans and animals. His carefully selected bodyguards were thrown out one by one by the opponent.

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

But this expression made John Hunter feel creepy.

"I still remember that you said you wanted me to be careful. I was already very careful. I didn't expect to meet you!" Yang Huan stood up with a smile, and pointed at the frightened second-generation British rich man. "You are really unlucky. Did you not burn incense when you went out today?"

What burning incense meant, John Hunter didn't understand, but it sounded scary.

"I witnessed the whole process of the whole thing. I saw that your waiter blatantly discriminated against this old man. Also, your waiter's attitude is so bad that even I, a bystander, can't stand it. It's too shameful. We must go to the Consumer Association to sue you until you close the door!"

When Yang Huan was talking, the white-haired old man kept nodding, with a grateful expression on his face, feeling that someone had finally been wronged and someone was willing to stand up and speak out.

"Finally, I have to say that as a Chinese restaurant, it is too embarrassing to be able to cook home-cooked dishes such as fried rice with eggs, which even my junior can cook. Don't call it a Chinese restaurant, it's embarrassing for us Chinese!"

Zhang Ning listened, his face flushed, and he glared at him reproachfully.

What do you mean even I can do it?

I'm a good cook, okay?
You just don't get a chance to taste it.

"The three major crimes, my aunt can bear it and my uncle can't bear it. Say it yourself, what should you do?"

After finishing speaking, Yang Huan sat down bravely and made it clear that he would not satisfy my young master today, but also make you suffer.

John Huntel stood there, not daring to leave, and didn't know how to deal with it. The bodyguards behind him had all seen how powerful Long Wu was, and none of them dared to approach, while the waitress stood there, completely unclear about the situation.

How could it be that Master John, who usually looks very ferocious, looked like a mouse seeing a cat when he saw this man?
The white-haired old man quickly saw the clues, and immediately walked to Long Wu's side, hey hey hey accompanied his smiling face, "Sir, do you mind if I share the table?"

"I don't mind, sit down!" Yang Huan didn't take it seriously.

Seeing this situation, John Huntel also knew that this matter could not be resolved, and he also knew that he couldn't afford to offend this Chinese. Who would let someone have a master by his side?
"Okay, I admit it." John Hunter said dejectedly.

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

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

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

"You..." John Hunter immediately became furious. He has grown up so much that he has never said sorry to anyone.

"Don't you want to say?" Yang Huan glanced at him.

Long Wu put down the phone, clenched his fists with both hands, and made crackling joint noises.

John Hunter was startled, if he was thrown out again, he would really lose face.

As a last resort, the situation is stronger than people, so I can only bow my head.

"sorry!"

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

John Huntel wished he could kill the Chinese in front of him with one punch, but he didn't have the ability.

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

"It's okay, it's okay, you don't need to apologize to me!" The white-haired old man waved his hands again and again with a smile, his heart aching so fast.

Damn you, you didn't put on airs just now, and you threatened me?

Don't you have to apologize to me now?

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

Ever since John Huntel was born, had he ever been humiliated like this, but there was nothing he could do about it, who made himself feel wronged?
I could only grit my teeth again, bowed my head, "I'm sorry!"

The white-haired old man looked at Yang Huan this time, then at the rich second generation who lowered his head, and replied with a wry smile, "It's okay!"

After hearing this, John Huntel was relieved, and turned around quickly to leave.

"Hey, since it's an apology, then you treat me today as an apology!"

Hearing Yang Huan shouting behind him, he didn't dare to turn his head.

Compared with apologizing in front of everyone, a meal is a big deal.

(End of this chapter)