"I'm indeed a self-employed business woman. So what? I'm not deserve to eat in your restaurant?"
Celia didn't expect that there would be such a snob in this era. A farm worker was glorious. Why did a manual labor feel like a crime in the eyes of these people.
"I don't mean that you can't eat in there. I'm afraid that even you sold all of your eggs, you can't even pay for the dishes, right?"
The waitress said with a disgusted look on her face. Instead of greeting them enthusiastically, she rolled her eyes at them with disdain.
"Hey, cut the crap. We just put the eggs here. Is it bothering you? Give me the menu!"
With a serious look on his face, Sharon finally lost his temper. He glared at the waitress with his piercing eyes.
"Even if I bring it here, you can't afford it."
The waiter muttered and threw the menu on the table.
"Celia, what would you like to eat
nk you for your appreciation. But flattering doesn't work for me."
She didn't care whether he was sincere or not. Anyway, she would prove her value by her own strength and action.
"Do you order or not?"
The waiter had been waiting aside for a long time. The two of them had talked a lot, but they didn't order anything. She became more impatient.
"What's the rush? We just need some time to think about it."
Sharon retorted.
"What would you like to eat?"
"I want this Vinegar Potato Chips and that Pork Cooked With Green Chilli."
Ever since she come here, the home-made dishes were insipid. Celia wanted to eat something with more spice. In such a big restaurant, she believed that they must have the vinegar, soy sauce, pepper and the other seasoning.
"That's all?"
The waiter was confused. She just ordered two normal dishes, and didn't have any main course.