"Our shop just received a batch of fresh venison yesterday. You're in luck," the clerk said to the family.
"What kind of junk is this, and why is it so expensive?" Puffy Eyes complained.
The waiter smiled awkwardly.
"It's not your money anyway, your brother's girlfriend will be here later and she'll pay the bill—did she write this much?" the middle-aged woman asked Puffy Eyes.
"Ma'am, our dishes are quite large, the three of you have ordered enough," the waiter said.
"Why do you talk so much? Waiters in small towns are really rude." The middle-aged woman glared at the waiter and closed the menu.
"Order two more of the expensive ones, make it quick!"
"Just a moment."
With her lips, Narcissus asked Qian, "Your relatives?"
Qian slightly tilted her neck, indicating that she wasn't "blessed" with having relatives so impressively ill-mannered.
