Chapter 62 Sorry

This Chinese restaurant must have strength to open in a high-end place like Harrods.

Just 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 annotations.

"Can you get authentic Chinese food in a place like this?" Yang Huan doubted.

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

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

It's like if you go to a French restaurant to eat in China, it's a reason that people like to use French.

You just have to act like this!

"Don't always think that your food is the best, maybe someone else makes it really delicious?" Zhang Ning gave him a charming and 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 ordinary dishes such as shark fin, abalone, bird's nest, and a few more special dishes of yours. Hurry up, I'm starving." Yang Huan ordered casually.

Zhang Ning's head is full of black lines, this is the style of the eldest young master.

It stands to reason that this young master Huan was born with a golden key in his mouth, so precious dishes such as abalone and shark fin should be tired of eating.

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

These days, Chinese people who come to London to travel don't count the money.

"Okay, I'll come right away." The waiter nodded in agreement.

At this time, there was also a guest at the next table. He was European, with white hair. He looked a little old, but his face was very ruddy and his body was slightly fat. He was dressed in ordinary clothes, just a set of white shirts and jeans that had been washed many times. .

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

"Come on." The waiter turned around and went to the man, "Hello, old man, what do you want to eat?"

"You are a Chinese restaurant, do you know how to cook Chinese food?" the man asked.

"Yes, as long as it's the materials in our store, you can order whatever you want."

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

After the old man ordered his meal, he looked at the dumbfounded waiter, "Well, that's all for now, you can do it quickly."

Yang Huan listened with joy, come to a high-end restaurant to order such ordinary fast food?

interesting!

Sure enough, when the waiter heard this, he was annoyed, "I'm sorry, old man, it's meal time now 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 he was 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 something like abalone and shark fin. These are all low-end products.

Lost your identity, 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 that I ordered, so don't you have them in your store?"

The waiter is also a little angry, dressed so ordinary, but dare to come to a high-end restaurant, but order such a low-end dish, isn't this a slap in the face to make a fat man?

"I'm sorry, sir, these dishes you ordered are too ordinary. We are a high-end restaurant and don't do this kind of dishes."

"What's a high-end restaurant that doesn't cook this kind of food?" The white-haired old man was angry when he heard it, "Please explain to me why these dishes can't be cooked? I really have to eat here with you today! "

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

They say they don't make such common dishes, but you still don't understand?

Yang Huan and Zhang Ning sat at the next table and saw and heard the whole story.

"This person seems to be a gourmet connoisseur. The dishes he orders are the most ordinary, but the most ordinary dishes are often the most skilled chefs." Zhang Ning was a little curious about the white-haired old man.

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

Yang Huan thinks it's nothing, isn't it just a dispute?

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

"I tell you, I really must have an egg fried rice here today, otherwise I won't let it go!"

The two quarreled for a long time, attracting the attention of everyone in the restaurant, and the white-haired old man seemed to be provoked, and he said a cruel word.

"Yo, what's wrong with giving up? What are you going to do? Smashed my shop?"

At this time, a group of people came out from behind, led by a young man in his twenties, followed by a group of black suits, who looked very ferocious, as if they had come out of the Matrix.

"It's him?" Yang Huan had a good memory and recognized it at a glance.

Isn't that the rich second-generation I met when I first came to Harrods?

Is this his shop?

Running a Chinese restaurant?

I rely on it, my colleagues are enemies, and I plan to find an opportunity to open a branch in London. Are you robbing me of my business?

"What do you want to do?"

When the white-haired old man saw the battle, he was also a little panicked.

Counting them, the young people are followed by seven or eight Matrix Empires, and that momentum is something that most people have to fear.

"What are you doing?" The young man came over, but didn't look at the white-haired old man, "I didn't plan to do anything, I just wanted to see, why are you not good to me, and I won't do your business, what's the matter? "

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

When the whole restaurant saw his fierce appearance, no one dared to say anything.

The white-haired old man also withered, outnumbered.

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

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

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

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

The white-haired old man was also a little panicked, "Then what do you think?"

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

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

"Hurry up and apologize, or I will let you lie down and go out!"

The young man slapped the table hard, and suddenly the dishes, knives and forks on it made a chaotic noise.

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

Yang Huan is now finally convinced that there are arrogant and domineering rich second generation everywhere.

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

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

"Hey, who are you scaring?" Yang Huan finally couldn't help speaking.

John Hunter didn't notice the three Yang Huan in the corner just now. When he heard someone squeak when he was showing his prestige, he suddenly became angry, "Damn, how can I scare you... Hey, is it you?"

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

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

Especially the young kung fu young man who was sitting on the side playing mobile games and looked very harmless to humans and animals. His carefully selected bodyguards were thrown directly by the other party one by one. psychological shadow.

"Yes, it's me!" Yang Huan raised his head to look at him, smiling with a mouth full of white teeth.

But this expression made John Hunter feel horrified.

"I still remember that you told me to be careful, I was already very careful, but I didn't expect to meet you!" Yang Huan laughed and stood up, pointing at the terrified British second generation, "You can It's unfortunate enough, didn't you go out today without burning incense?"

What does burning incense mean, John Hunter doesn't understand, but it sounds scary.

"I witnessed the whole process of the whole thing. I saw that your waiter openly discriminated against this old man. Also, your waiter's attitude was so bad that even a bystander like me could not see it. Be sure to go to the Consumers Association and sue you until you close!"

When Yang Huan was talking, the white-haired old man kept nodding his head with a look of gratitude, only to feel that he had finally settled his grievances, and someone was willing to stand up and speak his conscience.

"Finally, I have to say that as a Chinese restaurant, even the home-cooked dishes such as egg fried rice, even my little 3 can cook, is too embarrassing, don't call it a Chinese restaurant, disgrace our Chinese people! "

Zhang Ning listened to it, his face blushed and he glared at him angrily.

What is it that even I can do?

I'm good at cooking, okay?

It's just that you didn't get a chance to taste it.

"The three major crimes, my aunt can't bear it and my uncle can't bear it. What do you do when you say it yourself?"

After finishing speaking, Yang Huan sat down with a big horse and made a clear attitude. Today, I will not satisfy this young master, and I will make you suffer.

John Hunter stood there, afraid to leave, and didn't know how to deal with it. The bodyguards behind him had seen Long Wu's power, and none of them dared to approach. The waitress was standing there, completely confused. situation.

Why does Master John, who usually looks very vicious, see this person like a mouse meets a cat?

The white-haired old man soon saw the clue, and immediately walked to Long Wu's side, hehe smiled with a smile, "Sir, don't you mind if I make a table?"

"Don't mind, sit down!" Yang Huan didn't take it to heart.

John Hunter saw this situation and knew that this matter could not be done well. He also knew that he couldn't afford to offend this Chinese. Who would let someone have a master around him?

"Okay, I admit it." John Hunter said dejectedly.

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

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

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

"You..." John Hunter was immediately enraged. He grew up so big and never said sorry to anyone.

"Don't tell me?" Yang Huan glanced at him.

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

John Hunter was shocked, if he was thrown out again, he would be disgraced.

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

"sorry!"

Yang Huan snorted and pointed at the old man across from him, "Where's him?"

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

Gritting his teeth, he 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 smiled and waved his hands again and again, and his heart felt extremely bad.

Damn you, you didn't put on any pretense just now, and you threatened Lao Tzu?

Don't you have to apologize to me now?

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

Since John Hunter was born, how has he ever been humiliated like this, but he can't do anything about it, who makes himself right?

He could only grit his teeth and bow his head, "I'm sorry!"

The white-haired old man looked at Yang Huan this time, and then at the rich second generation who bowed his head, and replied with a wry smile, "It doesn't matter!"

After John Hunter heard this, he was relieved and quickly turned around to leave.

"Hey, since it's an apology, then you treat yourself to this meal today, and you should make amends!"

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

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