Perfect Secret Love: The Bad New Wife is a Little Sweet Chapter 2481 - Side Story; Nameless Nie 14

Quickly, the group located a decent mid-level Western restaurant.

Once everyone settled into their seats, the waiter distributed a few menus among them.

“Captain, I’ll take a steak… plus some foie gras, cream soup, and a salad too,” Taoist Devotee ordered.

“Me too,” Spray of Flowers chimed in.

“What? Steak? Foie gras? Don’t you realize those are bad for you? We martial artists walk the edge of the sword every day, so healthy eating is a must. What happens if we scarf down junk before battling a foe and end up with a tummy upset?!” Nameless Nie scowled, then addressed the server. “Hey, bring them each a bowl of egg fried rice topped with pickled veggies.”

Spray of Flowers: “…”

Taoist Devotee: “…”

Ling Miao: “…”

The waiter appeared flustered. “Sir, we’re a Western spot here—no egg fried rice or pickled vegetables on the menu. But our steaks are excellent. Why not try one?”

“Fine, just salads for them then,” Nameless Nie declared.

“Sir, you really only want two salads?” the waiter questioned, glancing at Taoist Devotee and Spray of Flowers.

“Absolutely,” Nameless Nie confirmed.

“Okay, now what can I get for you and the lady?” the waiter asked.

“Get this gorgeous lady a steak, foie gras, salad, cream soup, and a dessert as well. I’ll have a steak too,” Nameless Nie responded.

Taoist Devotee: “…”

Spray of Flowers: “…”

Whatever happened to those being unhealthy? What about dodging that stomachache?

“Uh, any drinks or liquor?” the waiter prompted.

“Captain, it’s been ages since we met. Skip the rest, but we gotta share some booze!” Taoist Devotee urged quickly.

Nameless Nie agreed with a nod. “Yeah, spot on. Let’s go for their top-shelf liquor—the priciest and finest available.”

“Sir, we stock plenty of premium liquors. Which one?” the waiter replied, grinning.

“Two jars of Moutai for us! Make it the ultimate best and costliest!” Nameless Nie gestured grandly.

The waiter’s mouth twitched. “Apologies, sir, no Moutai on our list.”

“No Moutai?” Nameless Nie lamented. “You lack this, you miss that. No clue on making cash… how do you even run this place?”

“Deepest regrets, sir, it’s a Western restaurant after all… Red wine instead?” the waiter proposed.

“Wait a sec.” Nameless Nie grabbed the menu, turning to the drinks section. “Fine, fine. Red wine it is. One bottle of Louis XIII 1876.”

The waiter’s grin turned strained. “Sir, that’s not in stock.”

“Then a bottle of Chateau Lafite 1787,” Nameless Nie insisted.

The waiter’s smile faded away. “Sir, that wine costs more than our whole place. Sorry, we can’t offer it.”

“Got nothing at all? What kind of lousy operation is this?!” Nameless Nie grumbled irritably. “Just four glasses of tap water!”

“Sir, we’re so sorry,” the waiter said with a sigh.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it. Here’s a deal—comp us two dishes as your apology,” Nameless Nie suggested.

“Captain, maybe I should cover the bill…” Taoist Devotee stared at Nameless Nie in shock.

“You joking? I said I’d foot it. But if you insist on paying, go ahead.” Nameless Nie faced the waiter. “Bring your restaurant’s finest wines. Plus another steak, foie gras, dessert, and cream soup for me. He’s covering it.”