This Chinese restaurant can be opened in a high-end place like Harros, so it must be of strength.

However, the entire store decoration gives people a very fashionable feeling. Even the store name is named in English, and even the menu recipes posted at the gate only have English comments.

"Can you eat authentic Chinese food in such a place?" Yang Huan was suspicious.

Everything in Wangjiang Pavilion is in Chinese, all 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 opinion, these are the most basic.

It’s like you go to a French restaurant to eat in the country. It’s the same truth that people like to use French.

It just needs to be put forward!

"Don't always think that your things are the best. Maybe they really make them delicious?" Zhang Ning Qianbian gave him a charming look, and instead took his hand and walked in.

"Welcome, how many?"

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

The three of them found a remote spot near the window and sat down.

The waiter quickly came over, "Hello, three, what do you want to eat?"

Zhang Ning looked at Yang Huan. She always followed Yang Huan's wish when she went out.

Who makes this young master the most difficult to serve?

"Come on any occasion, just order some ordinary dishes such as shark fin, abalone, bird's nest, etc., and then you have a few special dishes. Hurry up, you'll starve to death." Yang Huan ordered the dishes casually.

Zhang Ning was full of black lines, this is the style of the eldest young master.

Logically speaking, Mr. Huan was born with a golden key in his mouth, including abalone, shark fin and other expensive dishes.

When the waiter heard this, he immediately knew that a rich man had come and looked like a Chinese, so he might be traveling to London.

These days, Chinese people who come to London to travel are spending money.

"Okay, come soon." The waiter nodded immediately to agree.

At this time, a guest came to the table next door. He was white-haired and looked a little old, but his face was very rosy and he was slightly fat, but his clothes were very ordinary, just a white shirt and jeans that he had washed many times.

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

"Here you." The waiter turned around and came to the man, "Hello, sir, what are you going to eat?"

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

"Yes, as long as the materials are available in our store, you can order them casually."

The white-haired old man nodded and did not look at the menu, "Then I will give me a portion of fried rice with eggs, then a portion of braised tofu and refry meat, and finally stir-fry the plate of green vegetables, and then make a portion of tomato and egg flower soup."

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

Yang Huan was so happy to listen to it. Come to a high-end restaurant to order this ordinary fast food?

Something interesting!

Sure enough, when the waiter heard this, he was not angry, "Sorry, old man, we are now serving meals and are busy. I'm afraid the kitchen is not available to make these simple side dishes for you. Why don't you order something else? Or, go out and turn left and have a small Chinese restaurant."

It felt like he was despising him.

This is Harros, a high-end place. When you come, you have to be like the young master behind you. You can order abalone, shark fin and so on. The ones you ordered are all low-end goods. We don’t have one here, and we won’t sell them even if there is one.

Is it a loss of identity?

"No?" The old white-haired man was a little dissatisfied. "You didn't tell me just now, can you order any Chinese food? And the ones I ordered are the most ordinary ingredients, so why don't you have in your store?"

The waiter was also a little angry. He was dressed so ordinary but dared to come to a high-end restaurant, but he ordered such low-end dishes. Isn’t this to make people look fat?

"Sorry, sir, the dishes you ordered are too ordinary. We are in a high-end restaurant and don't cook this kind of dishes."

"What does it mean that high-end restaurants don't cook this kind of dish?" The old man was angry when he heard this, "Let me know clearly why can't these dishes be cooked? I really have to eat them here today!"

"You..." The waiter has never seen such a slutty person.

I said I wouldn't make such an ordinary dish anymore, but I still can't understand?

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

"This person seems to be a food expert. The dishes he ordered are the most ordinary, but the most ordinary is often the most skilled chef." Zhang Ning was a little curious about the white-haired old man.

She felt that at least she was a stubborn person who argued for food.

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

During the meal, there are people quarreling next to you, and it is even better to be lively and lively.

"I tell you, I really have to eat a fried rice here today, otherwise I won't give up!"

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

"Yohe, what's wrong with letting go? What are you going to do? I smashed my store?"

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

"Is it him?" Yang Huan's memory was very good and he recognized it at a glance.

Isn’t it the rich second generation I met when I first came to Harros Mall?

Is this his store?

Have you started running a Chinese restaurant?

Damn, my colleagues are enemies, and I am also planning to find an opportunity to open a branch in London. Are you stealing my business?

"What do you want to do?"

The white-haired old man was a little panicked when he saw the other party's situation.

Count it, the young people followed by seven or eight Matrixes, and the momentum was scared by ordinary people.

"What are you doing?" The young man came over and didn't look at the white-haired old man, "I don't plan to do anything, I just want to see, why are you not going to give up with me? I won't do your business, what's wrong?"

As he said that, he waved his hand, and immediately a bodyguard brought a box of cigars behind him, opened and took out a cigar as thick as a finger, cut it apart, and lit it on fire. The whole process was very grand.

When the people in the whole restaurant saw his fierce look, no one dared to say anything.

The white-haired old man was also deserted and outnumbered.

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

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

Immediately a Matrix blocked the white-haired old man and blocked his way out.

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

The white-haired old man was also a little panicked, "What do you want?"

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

The white-haired old man was so angry that his face turned red and he was panting. He was so old that he 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, knife and forks on it suddenly rang out.

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

Yang Huan finally believed in one thing now, that is, the arrogant and domineering rich second generation, everywhere.

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

Too much, I don't give me any face at all!

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

John Huntel didn't notice Yang Huan and the other two in the corner just now. When he heard someone whispering when he showed his might, he was furious, "Damn it, why are you scaring you... Hey, it's you?"

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

I can only say that what happened in Harros last time left a deep impression on him.

Especially the young man who sat aside and played mobile games and looked very harmless, his carefully selected bodyguard was thrown out by the other party with one hand. He would never forget the scene in his life, and it completely left a serious psychological shadow.

"Yes, it's me!" Yang Huan then raised his head to look at him, smiling so hard that his mouth was full of white teeth.

But this expression made John Huntel feel creepy.

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

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

"I witnessed the whole process of the whole thing. I saw your waiter openly discriminating against this old man. Also, your waiter has a very bad attitude, and even me, the bystander, can't stand it. It's too unreasonable. We must go to the Consumer Association to sue you until you close the door!"

While Yang Huan was speaking, the white-haired old man kept nodding, looking grateful, and felt that he was finally injustice and someone was willing to stand up and say his conscience.

"Finally, I have to say that as a Chinese restaurant, even fried rice, such as home-cooked dishes that even my mistress can cook, is too embarrassing. Don't call it a Chinese restaurant, it's a shame to lose face for us Chinese!"

Zhang Ning listened on the side, his pink face flushed, and glared at him with anger.

What does it mean to do it even me?

My cooking skills are very good, okay?
To be continued...