Rebirth of a Village Girl novel Chapter 334

Chapter 334: 109: Teach the scum a lesson, be the matchmaker_1

Ni Yang had her steak cooked medium-rare.

Considering that it was Ni Cuihua’s first time eating steak and she might not be used to it, Ni Yang ordered one that was well-done for her.

Well-done?

Upon hearing this, the waiter showed contempt in his eyes.

Just some country bumpkins, dressed up smartly but that flashy exterior couldn’t hide the sour stench of poverty about them.

“I’m sorry, but we don’t serve well-done steaks here.” The impatience was escalating in the waiter’s eyes.

In the year or so he’s been working here, he’d hardly encountered customers who ordered their steak well-done.

Even medium-rares were fine.

The best way to enjoy a steak was to have it rare.

“How come there’s no well-done steak?” Ni Yang slightly tilted her head up, her eyes twinkling with a captivating spirit.

The waiter felt somewhat oppressed as if facing a superior.

Was it an illusion?

She clearly looked a few years younger than him.

The waiter responded calmly, “The minimum our customers order is medium. Sorry, we truly don’t serve well-done steak.”

Ni Yang, without intending to give the waiter a hard time, spoke softly, “Would you please let your head chef know to cook my mom’s steak well-done? She’s not used to medium-rare steak.”

“I’m sorry,” while the word ‘sorry’ left the waiter’s mouth, there was not a hint of remorse in his expression, “We can’t make a well-done steak.”

Ni Yang placed down the menu, slightly furrowed her brows, “You haven’t conveyed the message yet, how do you know the kitchen can’t prepare it? Is your steak not prepared in the kitchen?”

“It is prepared in the kitchen.”

Ni Yang ordered, “Then please ask the chef to cook my mother’s steak well-done.”

“Sorry, we can’t.” The waiter reiterated his previous statement.

This is a western restaurant – those without qualifications and can’t speak English can’t truly fit in.

While he was merely a waiter, his salary was much higher than that of ordinary workers.

He really didn’t think much of Ni Cuihua and Ni Yang, regarding them as country bumpkins.

Ni Yang slightly furrowed her brow, “Rules are dead, people are alive. Is it so difficult to convey a message to the kitchen? In your position, do your job, fulfil your duty. Have you forgotten your responsibility?”