Zhang Guilan immediately became angry, and she burst into tears: "I said that my son was in vain. I have been raising him for thirty years. When I look back, my son thinks it is embarrassing to take his parents out for dinner! My father, let's go home!"

It was obvious that Zhang Guilan was about to start making trouble. Gao Yang immediately felt a headache and agreed repeatedly: "Okay, mom, it's all my fault. Don't be angry, just eat Western food. Let's go, I'll take you there."

"This is almost the same." Zhang Guilan rubbed her nose, and that's all.

Gao Yang got into the car with a little depressed feeling.

I just want my parents not to make trouble for him.

Gao Yang, a Western restaurant that is so good, would definitely not dare to take them with them. For fear of embarrassing people, he took them to a Western restaurant with a low consumption and a per capita costing only a hundred yuan.

This Western restaurant is newly opened. The price is not high because it hopes to attract customer flow in the new opening, but the decoration of this restaurant is really good.

From the outside, the floor-standing arch-style glass windows are hung with pull-out American pastoral floral curtains, and American wall lights are hung on the stone-like walls outside, which looks quite American.

Gao Futian is an authentic rural person. When he sees something new, he becomes shocked immediately.

"This place is so grand, it should be very expensive." Gao Futian secretly pulled Zhang Guilan and whispered: "Let's not go to too expensive places. It's said that Western food is the most scammed and not affordable at all."

Zhang Guilan was angry at Gao Futian's small family and had never seen the rural appearance of the world. She was unhappy at the time. She shook Gao Futian's hand away and said unhappily: "What are you afraid of? My son earns so much money, shouldn't he treat us to a delicious meal?"

Gao Futian knew Zhang Guilan's temper and didn't dare to say anything at once, and followed her timidly.

Gao Yang sighed helplessly and took his parents in.

Fortunately, because it was a newly opened store, there were not many customers inside. Gao Yang took a big look and saw about three or four tables of customers.

Gao Yang put down his snacks a little, feeling that even if he was embarrassed, he would not see many people.

The guests were brought to the seat, and a waiter came over to get the menu and asked them to order food.

Zhang Guilan looked at everything around her, with the shiny crystal lamp above her head, the roses inserted beside her, the white porcelain plates cleaned on the table, and the knife and fork placed next to her...

Of course, when she heard the sound and looked up and saw the waiter in front of her, she felt even more rare.

The waiter was a man, panting in the uniform rose red and black work clothes of the Western restaurant, and wearing a certain bud hat on his head.

Zhang Guilan's eyes were straight at that time and kept poking Gao Futian with her hands: "Boy's father, look, there is a male waiter here. Do you think there is something wrong with this person? It must be a good guy. Look at our good boy, who will be a waiter?"

Zhang Guilan is born with a loud voice and will not lower her voice. This loud voice is enough for the waiter to hear it clearly.

The waiter was a little unhappy at the time, but due to his profession and image as a restaurant, he didn't say anything, but just coughed lightly.

Gao Yang looked through the menu and reminded him by the way: "Mom, you can hear it by your lower voice."

Zhang Guilan was scolded by her son in front of others, and she couldn't stand her face and shouted: "I just speak in this voice and can't whisper. Besides, what I'm telling is the truth. That's what I'm doing!"

Gao Yang's face suddenly sank.

The waiter also had a gloomy face, took the menu from Gao Yang's hand, and said, "Sir, I'm sorry, since your family has some opinions about me, I'll come and serve me."

Then, he left without looking back.

Gao Yang looked at Zhang Guilan depressedly, but couldn't say a word.

Can you stand being a good waiter if you point fingers at me? Besides, why can't men be waiters? They don't steal or rob them? If you say this, you will definitely be unhappy.

"What attitude!" Zhang Guilan unconsciously had something wrong with her. She only felt that the waiter in this restaurant was not good at all: "Don't everyone say that the customers are God? Is this what they treat God?"

Zhang Guilan had a loud voice, and her voice was loud enough to make everyone in the restaurant hear it.

So, the people who were dining looked over.

Seeing this, the lobby manager quickly sent a waitress to ask Gao Yang and the others to order food.

This time, Zhang Guilan didn't say anything.

Gao Yang started ordering: "Three portions of French black pepper steak, one portion of Spanish-style seafood noodles, one portion of tuna fried rice, one portion of French red wine baked snails, two portions of creamy mushroom soup, and another cup of cappuccino. Let's do these first, order if it's not enough."

"Okay, please wait a moment, sir." The waitress took the menu and said politely.

"Wait, let's have two more cups of that coffee?" Zhang Guilan said.

Gao Yang frowned and said, "Mom, I've ordered you a creamy mushroom soup. If you want to drink a drink, have a cup of tea. You probably won't be able to drink coffee."

Zhang Guilan's face turned stern: "What do you want to drink if you can't get used to? You can drink it every day at home."

She mainly thinks that it is really not suitable for people who come to eat Western food without drinking coffee.

"Okay, add two more lattes." Gao Yang couldn't resist Zhang Guilan, and was afraid that he would cause trouble in public if he refused. He had to agree.

"Okay, wait." The waitress took the menu to the kitchen.

Because there are few customers in the store now, and because the lobby manager thinks these people are "not easy to mess with", their meals come up faster.

Soon, the steak, noodles and fried rice filled the entire dining table.

"Son, what are you eating?" Zhang Guilan looked at the things in the small bowls and other things in the plate in front of her, and asked with her head.

"French Red Wine Bureau Snail." Gao Yang replied, putting one in his mouth.

snails?

Zhang Guilan immediately started to make a fuss: "How can you eat this thing? Son, spit it out soon, don't get poisoned!"

When Gao Yang heard Zhang Guilan's throat, he almost choked by the snail, but he was still choked and started coughing.

After a while, he frowned and blamed: "Mom, you don't understand, don't talk nonsense, this can be eaten!"

"If you can eat, you can eat enough!" Zhang Guilan said in dissatisfaction, picked up the fork in her right hand and inserted the entire steak into her mouth.

The sauce on the steak immediately fell down, staining the snow-white tablecloth.

This eating look is really... I can't bear to look at it.

Even the waiters who were traveling back and forth saw Zhang Guilan eating a large piece of steak, they looked at each other, and even laughed for a while. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!