Lan Ruowei didn't even look, turned around and walked away. When she returned, she was holding three cups of instant coffee and slammed them on the table: "Your coffee."
Even she didn't realize that she was a bit emotional.
"This waitress has such an attitude," another woman dressed provocatively shouted.
Shen Yibei glanced at the coffee: "Instant coffee."
"Didn't you say 'whatever'?" Lan Ruowei huffed.
Shen Yibei was secretly pleased, thinking she didn't react, but it turned out she was angry.
"Change it to a latte."
"Okay." Lan Ruowei didn't object; the more he drank, the more she served.
Lan Ruowei went to get him some lattes again, thinking this time there would be no problem.
Shen Yibei said again: "Bring some snacks."
"What would you like?"
"Whatever."
Lan Ruowei felt like slapping him but still went to get some snacks to go with the coffee.
"Not these." Shen Yibei glanced at them, clearly dissatisfied.
"What do you want then?"
"Whatever."
