Chapter 515

In the post-90s generation, very few girls know how to cook.

Just like Xu Jiao herself, she can manage steaming rice in a rice cooker or making egg-fried rice, but she definitely doesn't know how to cook actual dishes.

If girls are like this, let alone boys.

Take Zhou Xian, for example; he hasn't even used a rice cooker and isn't quite sure how much water or rice to use for how many people.

Therefore, hearing Xia Nuannuan say that Qin Tian makes excellent food, and that it's even better than this restaurant, their first reaction was a bit of disbelief.

Qin Tian and Xia Nuannuan exchanged a smile, didn't explain much, and continued to bury their heads in eating.

Although the food wasn't as good as what Qin Tian made, it was still quite tasty. The dishes were mainly very good for eating with rice, and since both of them were very hungry, they ate with great relish.

"Waiter, come here for a second!"

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out, giving everyone a start.

Looking over with curious eyes, they saw a man at a nearby table frowning, looking at the dishes on the table with displeasure.

"Sir, what's the matter?"

After the waitress walked over quickly, she asked politely.

"I'm a regular customer here. What's going on? The food didn't taste like this before; it was much better than this."

The middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, the waitress looked troubled, then asked with a smile: "Then may I ask which dish isn't to your liking? I'll help you take it back to the kitchen to exchange it."

"No need. Is there a manager here? Go call them for me."

The man didn't seem to want to make things difficult for the waitress, and his tone was calm.

"This..."

The waitress didn't know what to do for a moment.

"What? I'm not making things difficult for you; I just want to ask what's going on. This food is clearly not as good as it used to be. Does your shop think that because business is good, you can start fooling customers?"

The man was getting a bit impatient.

"No, no, sir, it's like this: our manager hasn't arrived yet."

"Then I'll wait here for them to arrive. I must get to the bottom of this today. More and more people are coming here for tourism, and many restaurants are just like yours—business gets good, but the food gets worse and worse."

"Sir..."

"Don't waste your breath. I said I'm a regular customer; I've eaten here many times, and my tongue isn't fake. I can tell if the taste of the food has gotten worse."

The man directly raised his hand to interrupt her.

Since it wasn't lunchtime yet, there weren't many customers in the restaurant, less than half full.

Hearing the man and the waitress, the customers began to discuss in low voices.

Especially some tourists like Qin Tian and Xia Nuannuan, who had come to taste local food, were feeling a bit unhappy.

"Have you guys eaten here before? Has it really become not good?"

Xia Nuannuan looked at Xu Jiao opposite her and asked in a low voice.

"We don't live around here, and we've only been here once, and that was a long time ago, so we really can't tell."

Xu Jiao smiled apologetically and said: "Sorry, I shouldn't have recommended this restaurant to you guys."

"It's fine, it's fine. I actually think it tastes pretty good, it goes well with rice; I was just curious and asked."

Xia Nuannuan waved her hand with a smile.

"Actually, that uncle is right. In recent years, more and more tourists have been coming to our Xingcheng. Not only restaurants, but many snack shops on that food street have not only kept raising prices, but many have also made the food worse in pursuit of speed. They're all just making money off out-of-town tourists."

Zhou Xian explained in a low voice.

Qin Tian and Xia Nuannuan nodded in realization after hearing this.

Over there, the waitress kept apologizing humbly, even offering to waive the bill for the man's table.

This was something that should have been cleared with the manager; it wasn't something she, a waitress, could decide.

But she noticed the reactions of the surrounding customers and didn't want the matter to escalate and cause her to lose her job, so she decided to swallow the loss, pay out of her own pocket, and just hoped the man wouldn't dwell on it.

However, the middle-aged man clearly wasn't short of money for the meal; he was a stubborn person who insisted on waiting for the manager to come and have a proper talk, and he kept urging the waitress to call the manager.

The young waitress was so anxious she was about to cry; she didn't have much work experience and was just a student working part-time during the summer break, and she didn't want to lose this hard-earned job.

Other waiters in the shop didn't intend to go over and help; they all stood in their respective places, watching coldly, and one older one even had a look of schadenfreude on their face.

Unable to persuade the man and afraid to call the manager, the waitress had no choice but to turn and go to the kitchen to report the situation.

Who knew that before long, several men in white chef uniforms walked out of the kitchen with cold faces, heading toward the middle-aged man's table.

The waitress followed behind in a panic, trying to dissuade them, but it was completely useless.

The chefs walked up to the middle-aged man, not only showing no apology but instead carrying a hint of anger.

"What? What do you want?"

The middle-aged man asked in a deep voice.

"You're the one who said our food tastes bad? Then tell us, what's the problem?"

The slightly older head chef questioned with displeasure.

"What do you mean?"

The man was also annoyed, ignoring his wife's pleading eyes, and glared angrily:

"What? You make bad food and don't let people say it? I've eaten at so many restaurants, and none of them fool customers like yours. It was clearly much better before."

"You say it's bad, so it's bad? We have so many customers every day, and no one else says that like you do. Are you here to pick a fight?"

"Bang!"

The man slammed his hand on the table and stood up angrily.

"What? Want to cause trouble?"

The head chef narrowed his eyes slightly.

A group of young chefs behind him immediately stepped forward, staring at the middle-aged man with an imposing manner.

"Haha... hilarious. Your food is bad, a customer says a word, and you want to use force? What era is this? There are still shops like yours that bully customers?"

The middle-aged man laughed mockingly, looked at the surrounding customers, and said: "Everyone, you've all seen it. Honestly, the food here is really much worse than before. Those of you who haven't ordered yet, it's not too late, hurry up and leave. I suspect the chefs in this shop have been replaced. Don't come here again."

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

The head chef, as if poked in his sore spot, shouted angrily at the man with a nasty expression.

Seeing this scene, the surrounding people looked at each other in dismay.

"Get out, you're not welcome here."

"Our shop doesn't serve customers like you."

"You're just here to pick a fight on purpose, get lost!"

Those few young chefs said one thing after another, issuing an eviction order to the man.

Many customers around, seeing this, felt a bit of injustice for the middle-aged man.

In the catering business, who acts so aggressively?

The waitress was really crying now, pleading pitifully for them to stop arguing, but the few chefs and the middle-aged man ignored her completely.