Chapter 2481 Side Story; Nameless Nie 14

Soon, they found a mid-tier western restaurant.

After the group was seated, the server handed several menus to them.

“Captain, I’ll have a steak… and some foie gras, a cream soup, and also a salad,” Taoist Devotee said.

“Same for me,” Spray of Flowers said.

“What? Steak? Foie gras? Don’t you know those are unhealthy? Us martial arts practitioners live our lives on the edge of a blade, so we must eat healthily. What if we ate something bad before fighting with an enemy and got a stomach ache?!” Nameless Nie frowned and turned to the server. “Um, give them both a bowl of egg fried rice with some salted vegetables.”

Spray of Flowers: “…”

Taoist Devotee: “…”

Ling Miao: “…”

The server looked troubled. “Sir, this is a western restaurant. We don’t have egg fried rice and salted vegetables. Our steak is quite nice though. How about you give it a try?”

“Then give them a salad each,” Nameless Nie said.

“Sir, are you sure you only want two salads?” the server asked after shooting Taoist Devotee and Spray of Flowers a glance.

“I’m sure,” Nameless Nie said.

“Alright, then what would you and this ma’am like to order?” the server inquired.

“Give this beautiful miss a steak, foie gras, salad, cream soup, and also a dessert. I would like a steak for myself,” Nameless Nie replied.

Taoist Devotee: “…”

Spray of Flowers: “…”

What happened to how those things were unhealthy? What happened to not wanting to get a stomachache?

“Um, what about liquor? Do you want any?” the server asked.

“Captain, we haven’t seen each other for so many years. We can forget about the other stuff, but we must have a few drinks together!” Taoist Devotee hastily said.

Nameless Nie nodded. “Mm, you’re right. How about this—we’ll order the best liquor they have—the highest grade and the most expensive.”

“Sir, we have a lot of top-grade liquor here. What would you like?” the server responded with a smile.

“Give us two jars of Moutai! I want the best and most expensive one!” Nameless Nie waved his hand.

The server’s lip twitched. “Sorry, sir, we don’t have Moutai here.”

“You don’t have Moutai?” Nameless Nie sighed. “You guys don’t have this or that. You don’t know how to earn money… how are you conducting your business?”

“My sincerest apologies, sir, but we are a western restaurant… Will a red wine be alright?” the server suggested.

“Hold on.” Nameless Nie picked up the menu and flipped to the liquor page. “Alright, alright. Red wine then. Give me a bottle of Louis XIII 1876.”

The server’s smile was awkward. “Sir, we don’t have that.”

“Then give me a bottle of Chateau Lafite 1787,” Nameless Nie said.

The server’s smile disappeared. “Sir, the wine you’re ordering is probably more expensive than our restaurant. We really can’t provide it.”

“If you don’t have anything, what shitty business are you doing?!” Nameless Nie was displeased. “Give me four glasses of plain water!”

“Sir, we’re truly sorry.” The server sighed.

“What use is saying sorry? How about this—just give us two dishes on the house and we’ll consider it an apology,” Nameless Nie said.

“Captain, how about I pay…” Taoist Devotee looked at Nameless Nie, dumbfounded.

“Are you kidding? I already said I’d pay. Of course, if you really want to pay, you can.” Nameless Nie turned to the server. “Give us the best bottles of wine your restaurant has. Also, give me another order of steak, an order of foie gras, a dessert, and a bowl of cream soup. He’s paying.”