Bowei Piano Restaurant.
Yang Lan looked at the menu made of foreign languages, utterly bewildered.
But the moment she noticed the price of each dish, she flinched in shock.
"A steak the size of my palm costs over a thousand yuan! And a bottle of mineral water is twenty yuan!"
Yang Lan exclaimed at the prices, putting down the menu and saying, "Xiao Zeng, you don't need to be so polite. After all, you've done a lot for the catering company. How about we go back and eat? There's no need to spend so much."
Zeng Keming, who was ordering, waved his hand and smiled, "It's alright, Auntie. Order whatever you like. It's just one meal, it's not a big deal. The important thing is to welcome you!"
Seeing his mother still wanting to refuse, Gao Fei also advised, "Mom, just order with confidence. Don't worry about Senior Zeng spending too much. He's using the studio's account."
"The studio?" Yang Lan raised her head curiously. Didn't her son have a company? Why did he start a studio? Gao Fei began to explain the main business of the studio to his mother. Zeng Keming immediately started ordering dishes, afraid that Aunt Yang would want to go back again. He ordered five portions of steak, five portions of foie gras, five portions of caviar, as well as abalone, lobster, and other seafood, and a bottle of red wine.
Gao Fei, who had just finished explaining the studio to his mother, glanced at Zeng Keming and asked curiously, "Senior, there are only three of us, but you ordered five portions of each dish. Are you trying to bleed me dry like a rich patron?"
"I forgot to mention, Qiqi is also coming. She's on her way, and there's another guest she'd rather not reveal their name," Zeng Keming explained.
Just as they were talking, a family of three walked into the restaurant. The woman leading them wore a fur coat and large sunglasses. She exuded an air of nouveau riche rather than nobility. Behind her were two men; the younger one wore a casual suit, and the older one had a slightly receding hairline. They bore a five-point resemblance to each other. It was Yang Xiaoping, Yin Zhiping, and their son Yin Hui.
As soon as Yang Xiaoping entered, she saw her sister Yang Lan and nephew Gao Fei. Her face turned cold, and she gritted her teeth, cursing, "What terrible luck, running into these two annoying people wherever I go..." Before she could say more, a waiter reminded her that this was a high-end establishment and to mind her language. Yang Xiaoping glared at the waiter but wisely shut her mouth. The family of three then directly sat down opposite Gao Fei. With her husband and son present, she felt emboldened. After ordering their food, she couldn't wait to start her passive-aggressive remarks.
"Why does it smell so bad? It's coming from across the table. It's so disgusting! Zhiping, son, can you smell it?"
Due to the wooden dividers, Yang Lan only noticed her sister's family after Yang Xiaoping had spoken. Gao Fei, sitting opposite, glanced at them peripherally but ignored them. Zeng Keming, who had frowned, was about to speak, but Gao Fei stopped him.
Yang Xiaoping, thinking Gao Fei was holding back because of her husband and son, grew even bolder and said, "Before, they had to rely on welfare for meals and wait for discount days to buy furniture. People who are so stingy with money can actually sit in a high-end restaurant now. I wonder if they'll be able to afford the bill."
"And there's a little brat who doesn't respect elders at all. What terrible character and morals. A top scholar in liberal arts for the entire Dragon Country? All empty fame!"
Hearing his wife's incessant snark, Yin Zhiping quickly pulled her aside and whispered, "Xiaoping, Gao Fei has a company now, and his songs are famous all over the country. Say less."
"Didn't his shabby company get sued for fraud? He's barely holding on himself. What are you afraid of!" Yang Xiaoping retorted bluntly, completely unaware of recent official news. Seeing his mother's aggressive behavior and noticing Gao Fei's cold stare, their son Yin Hui immediately brought up the incident of the arrested franchisees from some time ago. After hearing it, Yang Xiaoping sneered and said, "So many franchisees were arrested. How much money can his catering company still make? Besides, it's just a few lousy songs, how much money can he earn from them? Look at those people online, are any of them wealthy? Our family has millions in savings, so we shouldn't be speaking so meekly. It's an embarrassment to me, Yang Xiaoping!"
Yin Zhiping wanted to explain Gao Fei's current wealth in detail but noticed that Yang Xiaoping didn't understand the ways of the internet. He changed the subject, reminding her, "Xiaoping, say less. There are rumors going around that Gao Fei has military backing, someone we can't afford to offend."
"It's just a rumor, what are you afraid of! What matters is reality. How credible can those vague rumors be?" Yang Xiaoping glared at her husband and then educated her son, "Xiao Hui, when you're out, make more friends, and importantly, make wealthy friends. If your company has problems in the future, you can ask your wealthy friends for help. Unlike some people, when their company gets into trouble, not only do they have no friends to help, but they even make their mother run away. How ridiculous. Trash will always be trash, and little brats will always be little brats!"
Yang Lan's face changed, and she was about to speak when Gao Fei stopped her. He glanced at his aunt who was targeting him and said in a normal tone, "Mom, it's not worth it. We are humans. If a dog bites us, consider it bad luck, like stepping in dog mess."
Yang Xiaoping immediately slammed the table, "Little brat, who are you calling a dog?"
"Whoever answers me is a dog!" In terms of passive-aggression, Gao Fei was not afraid of her. The confrontation between the two parties attracted the attention of a waiter who came to remind them. Yang Xiaoping directly interrupted the waiter and asked, "How much is the bill for the table across from us?"
"Eighteen thousand yuan!" Hearing this figure, she immediately stopped herself from impulsively offering to pay and drive them away. Gao Fei seized the opportunity and said directly, "Only eighteen thousand? You're already speechless? Don't you have millions in savings? Is that all?"
Yang Xiaoping, unable to contain her anger, felt a knot in her stomach and was about to lash out with insults when the restaurant manager timely appeared and warned her that if she caused a scene, they would be asked to leave. In the end, Yang Xiaoping, in her fur coat, had no choice but to endure it, though her mouth couldn't stop spewing unpleasant remarks at Gao Fei.
Just then, two figures walked in from outside. Jin Qiqi, dressed in professional attire, walked ahead, followed by a young man wearing sunglasses and luxury brands. When Yin Hui saw the man, his eyes lit up, and he excitedly said, "Mom, Dad, look! That person is a famous second-generation rich heir in Dragon Country, known as the National Young Master. Wang He, the future successor of the Wang Group!"
Yin Zhiping and Yang Xiaoping were no strangers to Wang He. After all, they often saw this wealthy young master's name in various news reports. "I didn't expect Young Master Wang to come to our Fengyun City!" Yin Zhiping exclaimed in surprise upon confirming it was Wang He. Yang Xiaoping said, "Son, Mom doesn't ask you to befriend a super second-generation heir like Young Master Wang, but you must make more connections with wealthy second-generation heirs, understand?"
"I understand, I understand!" Yin Hui nodded enthusiastically. Seeing Young Master Wang walking towards them, he was about to step forward to ask for a photo to show off to his friends when he saw Wang He walk directly towards Gao Fei's table without even glancing at their family of three.
"Hello, Xiao Gao. I've been looking forward to this meeting for a long time. Today, I finally get to see you in person." Wang He's words immediately stunned the family of three. Witnessing Young Master Wang's enthusiasm and greetings towards Gao Fei, Yang Xiaoping, who had just told her son to make more connections with second-generation heirs, turned incredibly unsightly. The slap in the face came too quickly!