Chapter 75: Can't Eat Snail Noodles?

 Chapter 75: Can't Eat Snail Noodles?

The restaurant was elegant and sophisticated.

Delicate dishes were served one by one, and Nan Huang couldn't help but be in the mood for a late-night snack.

The delicious food tantalized her taste buds, filling her mouth with a sense of happiness.

Seeing her satisfaction, Rong Wuye happily tipped the waiter, and the waiter, now with a tip in hand, became even more attentive and diligent in serving them.

After finishing a piece of foie gras, Nan Huang licked her rosy lips with her small, tender tongue. She looked at Rong Wuye and said, "I want to have bubble tea, with mango sago and 30% sugar."

Rong Wuye immediately signaled the waiter, and the waiter suddenly felt that the vintage wine he was holding was no longer as fragrant.

The waiter, with impeccable manners, said, "Miss, please wait a moment."

Rong Wuye turned to Nan Huang with a smile and asked, "Any other requests?"

"I'd like Peking duck from Beijing."

Rong Wuye rang the bell, and a waiter promptly came over. Rong Wuye handed him a generous tip. "Peking duck, immediately."

The waiter left to fulfill the request.

Nan Huang smiled at him.

Rong Wuye also smiled and asked, "Any other wishes?"

"I want Dongpo pork, shrimp dumplings, lotus seed paste cake, and snail noodles..." Nan Huang listed a series of delicacies, but none of them were items typically found in this restaurant.

Rong Wuye indulged her with a smile. "Anything else is fine. But as for the snail noodles..."

He pressed the bell, and a proactive waiter quickly approached.

Rong Wuye looked at Nan Huang indulgently and said, "Private booking. My girlfriend wants to have snail noodles."

Nan Huang immediately exclaimed, "No need for a private booking."

"No, it must be a private booking!"

"No, really," Nan Huang hurriedly said.

This was the top floor, and it was usually frequented by influential figures in the city. Did they really have to drive all these people away just for her sake? That would be unfair to others.

The apologetic waiter politely explained, "I'm sorry, but we have a policy that prohibits the consumption of snail noodles here."

"We can't eat it?" Rong Wuye's face turned cold. "I finally have a girlfriend, and I finally get to spend money on her. Are you saying I can't even do that? What if I insist on having snail noodles?"

Nan Huang grew more anxious. She pulled him aside and gestured for the waiter to leave.

"I won't eat it; I was just kidding. I was just teasing you. Can't you tell?"

Rong Wuye looked at Nan Huang and raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

Nan Huang smiled and said, "You're so easy to tease. Wait, I'll be right back."

Rong Wuye watched her walk away and then made a call on his phone. He didn't even allow Nan Huang to follow him. She looked at his back in disbelief.

Even though Rong Wuye was powerful, the Jiang'an Pearl was a special place that symbolized status and power. Many people of influence dined there, and no one had ever heard of anyone eating snail noodles at Jiang'an Pearl.

Even when she was younger and came here with her parents, they dined with great decorum and never dared to make any unruly requests.

She thought that his call was in vain, and she would need to find a way to divert his attention so he wouldn't lose face.

Sure enough, Rong Wuye returned with an unhappy expression.

"Booking the entire place is a bit troublesome," he said with a darkened face.

"It's okay; we don't need to do that," Nan Huang quickly reassured him. "It's just a meal. Why go to such lengths?"

"However," Rong Wuye said, a mischievous smile on his face, "don't worry, the snail noodles will be here soon."

"What?" Nan Huang thought she was hearing things. "What did you say?"

Rong Wuye rested his head on his hand and looked at Nan Huang with a smile. "You ordered all those things, and they'll be here shortly. Little one, see if there's anything else you want."

Nan Huang couldn't believe her ears. She even thought he was joking.

Until the waiter brought all the dishes she had ordered—bubble tea, Peking duck, Dongpo pork, shrimp dumplings, lotus seed paste cake, and snail noodles—one by one. Nan Huang was left in shock, her mouth wide open as if she could fit an egg inside.

Rong Wuye was still smiling, watching her in amazement. He had seen many shocking expressions on her face, but this was the first time he had seen one of pure astonishment.

He would remember this expression.

Rong Wuye leaned closer, still smiling, and said, "Next time we come for snail noodles, we'll book the place in advance."

"...You don't need to," Nan Huang said, still thinking he was exaggerating.

"Do you think I'm exaggerating?" Rong Wuye lifted his head proudly. "How about we book it for tomorrow?"

"No, no, that's not necessary," Nan Huang quickly said. "It's just a meal; why go to such trouble?"

Nan Huang was truly embarrassed now. This was a top-notch restaurant, and there were other customers. Eating snail noodles here was a bit awkward.

Indeed, many people in the restaurant noticed their table.

"That table is having snail noodles," someone whispered.

"Who could eat snail noodles at Jiang'an Pearl?"

Someone discreetly asked the waiter, "Who are the people at that table? I've never seen them before."

The waiter shook his head and replied apologetically, "I don't know, but we received a message from upstairs that we must accommodate their every request."

In this restaurant, frequented by influential people, the unmistakable smell had reached everyone's noses, and they discreetly covered their mouths and noses. When they looked in their direction, they did so with obvious scrutiny and awe.

Perhaps they were in awe of the bold individual who dared to eat snail noodles at Jiang'an Pearl.

Nan Huang wanted to cry but had no tears left.

Under the watchful eyes of all those who admired her courage, she took a sip of snail noodles. After a few bites, there was some commotion on the other side of the restaurant.

Nan Huang turned her gaze in that direction.

Her hearing was quite good, and she had picked up some voices.

"What's wrong, Xie Yuchang? Did you break your leg, and your hands too?"

Xie Yuchang?

Rong Wuye looked at her and asked, "Do you recognize someone?"

Nan Huang nodded, her eyes fixed on the other side. "I think I heard my eldest uncle's name."

"Want to go take a look?"

"Yes."

"Come on." Rong Wuye held her hand and led her to a private room nearby, where they sat down discreetly.

The waiter didn't say anything about them changing seats but instead brought fresh food to their new location.

In

 the adjacent private room, Nan Huang could hear more clearly.

A man with a clear disdain in his voice said to Xie Yuchang and his wife, "The Xie family is done for under your generation. The old ones are getting old, the young ones are useless. One is disabled, and the other lacks ambition. Even if you manage to have a son, he's not someone with a bright future. Well, with a father like you, how could he turn out to be exceptional?"

The man slammed the table. "The Xie family, a literary and merchant family with hundreds of years of tradition, has cultivated ink skills passed down from the previous dynasty. Yet here in your generation, with a broken leg, you can't write a single word?"

(End of this chapter)