Seemingly receiving a positive response, Lu Qiao Chuan immediately waved his hand: "Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!"
With that, everyone else, without any further ado, immediately sprung to their feet and rushed out.
Only Bi Shi San, his gaze hazy, seemed unsure whether or not he should go.
Zhou Sheng Chen, sensing his hesitation, grabbed him by the arm: "Shi San, come on, let's go grab some food together."
On the other side, Lin Luo Xue's rich second-generation friend was overjoyed to see her bring Zhong Bai, Li Shu Ci, and a few other beautiful girls over.
Later, when he heard that several more friends were coming, the rich second-generation was even happier, almost dancing with excitement.
However, when Zhou Sheng Chen and the others appeared, the smile on his face instantly vanished.
He had thought that this new wave of arrivals would be like the ones before, all girls. But it turned out to be several men.
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Luxury private room.
Everyone sat together at the dining table, looking over the menu and ordering.
Since the menu was entirely in English, and everyone's English skills were, to put it mildly, lacking, ordering was a challenge.
However, there were still a few who could understand, naturally including Zhou Sheng Chen.
Lin Luo Xue was the first to close her menu, then said to the waiter: "French steak, Mexican mustard sauce, medium-rare."
The waiter quickly jotted down her order.
Gu Yi Xin, not understanding a word, pointed to Lin Luo Xue: "Same as hers."
Zhong Bai, equally clueless about the menu, pointed to Gu Yi Xin: "Same as hers."
Li Shu Ci, whether she understood or not, coupled with her "indecisiveness syndrome", was unsure what to order for a while.
Zhong Bai, noticing her predicament, directly ordered for her: "Same as hers."
The waiter nodded, taking down the orders, then confirmed: "All four of you want French steak, medium-rare, Mexican mustard sauce?"
"Yep!" Zhong Bai replied.
The rich second-generation had a "I-knew-it" expression, wanting to laugh but holding back, since they were girls.
However, in his heart, he had already labelled them as unsophisticated country bumpkins.
He then, with a hint of disdain, turned to the group of guys around Zhou Sheng Chen: "What about you? Same as them?"
Xiao Hai Yang, although from a wealthy family, hadn't really been to many Western restaurants. He, not noticing the disdain in the rich second-generation's eyes, replied honestly: "I can't really understand this menu. I'll go with the same, but I want my steak well done."
"Of course!"
Hearing Xiao Hai Yang's order, the rich second-generation scoffed, his expression becoming even more contemptuous, his mockery growing more enthusiastic.
He then looked at the rest of Zhou Sheng Chen's group who hadn't ordered: "I bet you guys are the same, right?"
Yu Hao, taking in the rich second-generation's expression, decided to teach him a lesson. He closed the menu and asked: "Are you paying for this meal?"
The rich second-generation replied: "Of course. Although at first I was only planning to..."
Since it was confirmed that the rich second-generation was paying, Yu Hao didn't want to hear his rambling anymore. He looked directly at the waiter and said: "I'd like an order of French escargots. If possible, I'd like to see if the snails are alive, because lately many domestic restaurants have been using scallop meat to impersonate snail meat."
As he spoke, Yu Hao specifically glanced at the rich second-generation, seemingly implying: "Is that what your family does?"
Yu Hao continued: "For steak, I'd like two portions, French Grass-Fed Limousin beef, small filet mignon. Make sure it's small filet, not filet.
"While the taste is similar, small filet is more tender. Medium-rare, and a bottle of 1985 Lafite, please."
Hearing this, the waiter subconsciously glanced at the rich second-generation, who froze, finally realizing that someone was not a "country bumpkin."
The reason was that Yu Hao spoke exceptionally fast, without the slightest pause.
It was obvious he was very familiar with the process, and very particular, definitely not a newbie.
The four girls also looked up at Yu Hao.
Xiao Hai Yang, Lu Qiao Chuan, and Ren Yi Fan all wore expressions of shock.
This guy was actually a connoisseur! Seems he's frequented Western restaurants before.
The waiter, while understanding everything, didn't place the order immediately, instead looking to the manager. The manager was also staring at Yu Hao in astonishment.
Seeing the waiter not speaking, Yu Hao confirmed again: "Did you write it down?"
"Yes, everything is written down." the waiter replied.
"Read it back." Yu Hao said.
The waiter: "1985 Lafite..."
However, before the waiter could finish, Yu Hao interrupted: "That's enough, no need to read the rest."
Ren Yi Fan and Lu Qiao Chuan, witnessing this scene, subconsciously glanced at Yu Hao, thinking, "This is a beautiful play!"
Yu Hao's performance left the rich second-generation unable to maintain his composure. Not to mention anything else, a bottle of 1985 Lafite alone cost over ten thousand.
While a bit annoyed, the rich second-generation didn't really care about ten thousand yuan. He could still maintain a charming and composed appearance for now.
He took a deep breath and continued asking: "What about the rest of you? What do you want to eat?"
Lu Qiao Chuan looked at the menu, then at the waiter, scratching his head, pretending to not understand, and in a particularly innocent tone, pointed at Yu Hao: "Same as him!"
This sentence dealt a blow to the rich second-generation, causing him to hurriedly say to the waiter: "He means the same dishes."
Hearing the rich second-generation emphasize "dishes", Zhou Sheng Chen burst out laughing.
Then Yu Hao's voice rang out again: "Of course it's all the same! With so many people, how can we split one bottle of wine? Remember to bring the wine to be decanted at the table."
The waiter looked at the rich second-generation, seeming to ask: Is it okay to order like this?
"What are you looking at me for? Write it down."
The rich second-generation glared at the waiter with an ugly expression, exasperatedly demanding.
Seeing that even his own manager agreed, the waiter knew what to do. He picked up his pen and quickly wrote down the order.
"Hee hee hee, he he he."
Ren Yi Fan let out a strange laugh at the rich second-generation, then said in a lewd voice: "Country bumpkin, doesn't know how to order, can only copy from others. So same as him, wine must be decanted at the table." He finished by pointing at Lu Qiao Chuan.
As his words fell, the waiter once again looked to the rich second-generation, whose expression grew even uglier, but he still instructed the waiter to write down the order.
By now, the rich second-generation's back molars were almost grinding to dust, but he still had to maintain a smile towards Lin Luo Xue, unable to lose face.
Next were Bi Shi San and Zhou Sheng Chen. Zhou Sheng Chen, witnessing this scene, was about to die of laughter.
A fake rich second-generation meets a real rich second-generation!