However, every word they said, every expression they made, felt like a thorn in my side.
Hazel Quartz’s face changed after hearing this.
She imdiately followed up the Waiter’s words and spoke.
"How could you ask such a stupid question? Of course, it can’t be canceled, and since we ordered it, we have to eat it."
She spoke with a touch of annoyance, then gestured for everyone to sit down and picked up the nu on the table.
Hiss—
Everything is more expensive than the next.
She couldn’t afford this kind of expense at all, if she ate two als like this, she’d probably be broke.
"This one, this one, this one..."
She pointed at a few relatively cheaper and more affordable dishes, then handed the nu to soone else.
"I’m not ordering, you order."
"You order."
"You do it."
Everyone looked at the nu but didn’t dare to order, so they passed it around one by one.
By the ti it ca full circle, only the four or five dishes Hazel Quartz picked were chosen.
Nia Mitchell got the nu, frowning.
"Let the Head Chef prepare a complete set of dishes for us, and make sure there’s sothing sweet and sour; I like that flavor."
Nia Mitchell actually didn’t like ordering dishes herself, so she simply asked others to arrange it; this decision was absolutely fantastic.
As soon as she said this, the entire private booth went silent.
Ask the Head Chef to set up a al?
Whoa, shit!
Nia Mitchell, co here, we promise not to kill you!
Did you really say sothing so neurotic?
Who knows how expensive it is to have the Head Chef organize a course!
Nia Mitchell was definitely doing this on purpose, but does she have to go down with us like this?
Hazel Quartz twitched at the corner of her mouth, wishing she could directly tell the Waiter not to listen to her, that what she said doesn’t count.
Ah, screw it!
But if she wanted to save face, she couldn’t.
"Let’s just order ourselves."
Hazel Quartz didn’t say anything, but soone else spoke up first.
Joking aside, they didn’t have that much money to spend on this.
They needed to know that having the Head Chef tailor the al would cost quite a bit.
"Didn’t you all look at the nu just now? Yet nobody ordered anything substantial, so let’s just have the Head Chef arrange it."
Without giving these little secretaries a chance to refuse, she decisively ordered the Waiter to go prepare it.
Poof—
Everyone began to taphorically cough up blood.
The Head Chef’s arrangent!
This was a restaurant, so naturally, they’d pick the most expensive; they’d surely go broke.
That damned Nia Mitchell must be seeking revenge for earlier events.
But did she really have that much money?
So they all decided to take a gamble, refusing to believe Nia Mitchell could pay for it.
To know, Nia Mitchell was still a student who hadn’t officially graduated yet, and her outfit certainly didn’t indicate wealth.
Did she not know how much a nu from the Head Chef costs?
"Nia Mitchell, do you have enough money to pay?"
A young secretary directly asked.
"Huh? Of course, rember how Head Secretary Joe owed money before? I’ll use that first, and if it’s not enough, I can top it up."
Nia Mitchell spoke casually, then sat down, pouring herself a pot of tea.
This attitude left everyone fuming.
"Nia Mitchell, do you know how much it will cost to have the Head Chef plan a al?"
This was no small amount!
Nia Mitchell raised her eyebrow, still grinning.
Ha ha!
She certainly knew it was expensive, but this way, she could vent and give the CEO a bit more inco.
She was overjoyed with this outco.
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