"No, no, make it rare. Actually, completely raw is fine too!"
After saying that, Fang Chenyi couldn't help but grumble inwardly, 'Damn it. That's what you get for interrupting my fun...'
"Uh... Sir, are you sure?"
The waiter was a bit dumbfounded. 'Didn't this gentleman just say he only eats his steak well-done because raw meat has parasites? Why is he asking for it raw now?'
Other diners, one of whom had just asked the waiter to re-cook their own steak, overheard and cast puzzled glances at Fang Chenyi, not understanding why the guy had suddenly changed his tune.
Bai Menghan, sitting beside him, shot Fang Chenyi an annoyed look. Of course, she knew why he was asking for a rare steak. He was definitely getting petty revenge on the waiter.
"Don't listen to him. Just one eighty-eight-yuan steak set is fine. Make it well-done, please."
"Hmph, fine, fine. Make it well-done then. Don't get the eighty-eight-yuan one, just get the same as hers. Alright, you can go."
