Car-hailing Driver: Rewards from Complaints-Chapter 199 - 146: No One Is More Noble Than Anyone Else—Why Should Ordinary People Make Things Hard for Each Other? (Part 2)

Chapter 199: Chapter 146: No One Is More Noble Than Anyone Else—Why Should Ordinary People Make Things Hard for Each Other? (Part 2)

The graves of Grandma and Grandpa are buried in their Northwest hometown. Yang Chen and his aunt can’t go there every year, only occasionally to pay respects. Usually, the grass on the graves of Grandma and Grandpa grows over two meters high, and nobody cares for it.

However, for the graves of Yang Chen’s grandparents and parents, he visits them every month.

Such a stark contrast makes Yang Chen think that without a son, in the future, the grass on his grave would grow three meters long without anyone tending to it.

Therefore, Yang Chen can understand why Cheng Junjun’s grandfather wants a grandson, but he cannot agree with his approach.

This kind of matter is a question of fate; it’s not like whoever wants a son will definitely have one. Moreover, whether it’s a son or daughter largely depends on the man, so forcing the daughter-in-law is not the right thing to do.

Having sons or daughters is inherently a sensitive topic, and people online have been arguing over it for many years, yet no one can convince anyone else.

Everyone having their own thoughts is enough; there’s no need to persuade anyone.

Yang Chen then said, "Older people’s thoughts can be stubborn; it’s better not to pay too much attention. Let’s calm down; we’ve arrived."

At this time, they had arrived at Rivoli French Restaurant, chosen by Cheng Junjun.

Guided by the waiter, the two found a window seat.

On their first "date," Cheng Junjun was too shy to order anything too expensive, so she only ordered steak and pasta.

Seeing her just eat this, Yang Chen also didn’t dare to order things like foie gras or caviar and followed suit with a steak and pasta.

The two chatted while eating, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Before long, a shabbily dressed old man came in with a ten-year-old girl, carrying a box of small cakes.

Although the old man was shabby, the little girl was dressed very neatly.

The waiter looked disdainful and spoke impatiently, "What do you want?"

The older man, with his eyes evasive and clearly lacking confidence, smiled and replied, "Today is my granddaughter’s tenth birthday, and I promised to take her out for Western food. I checked with someone who said this place offers affordable Western meals. So, I brought her here to celebrate her tenth birthday."

The older man himself could be shabby, but the granddaughter must be tidy; he clearly loves her dearly.

The waiter said disdainfully, "But you’re too dirty! Your body reeks of sweat, affecting other diners, and you’ll dirty the tables and chairs. We still need to clean them."

The older man quickly said, "Can I pack it, then? Is that okay?"

The waiter asked impatiently, "Fine. What do you want to pack?"

The older man was just about to say steak when a slightly plump woman on the side held her nose and said, "Ugh! What’s that smell? It stinks! Waiter, did your bathroom explode?"

The waiter quickly ran to apologize.

"I’m sorry, someone who collects scrap metal came in, and there’s a bit of a sweat smell. I’ve told them to wait outside. Sorry, sorry."

The plump woman said disdainfully, "This is a Western restaurant; you should maintain some image."

Waiter: "Okay, okay. Sorry, sorry."

After speaking, the waiter quickly ran over and gestured for the older man to leave.

"You see, it’s not that I don’t let you in; other customers complained."

The older man, too kind-hearted, replied apologetically, "I’m sorry. I make a living collecting scrap metal and usually dress like this. I didn’t mean to affect you all. We’ll just pack a steak and wait outside. Is that okay?"

Waiter: "Sigh... What kind of steak?"

The older man: "Uh... what kinds of steak are there?"

Waiter: "Black pepper, I guess."

The older man: "Alright! Black pepper then."

Waiter: "How well done?"

The older man: "Ah? Shouldn’t it be fully cooked? If not, wouldn’t it cause diarrhea?"

The waiter rolled their eyes and said, "Fine, I understand. 49 yuan, pay first."

The older man quickly paid her.

"Wait outside. Remember, you mustn’t come in. Understand?" instructed the waiter.

The older man: "Oh, okay, okay."

The waiter went inside with a disdainful face.

At this point, the little girl began to cry and said, "Grandpa, I won’t eat the steak anymore. Let’s go home. I don’t want you to be bullied. Boo hoo..."

The older man was full of comfort, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Grandpa promised to treat you to Western food on your tenth birthday, and I must keep my word. According to hometown custom, the tenth birthday should be grandly celebrated. It’s a pity Grandpa doesn’t have the ability to throw you a grand birthday; please don’t blame Grandpa. It’s okay; Grandpa is used to it, it’s nothing."

The little girl immediately pulled on Grandfather, wanting to leave.

"I won’t eat anymore; I won’t eat steak ever again. Let’s go home! Boo hoo..."

God, I can’t handle such sentimental scenes.

Yang Chen and Cheng Junjun almost simultaneously stood up and walked out.

"Sir, come in and eat with us," Cheng Junjun said.

Seeing the strong affection between the grandfather and granddaughter, Cheng Junjun was very envious.

Why can even someone who collects scrap metal treat his granddaughter so well, yet despite having a good life, her grandfather always neglects her?

This is often mocked by netizens as her family having a "throne" to inherit, surely wanting to pass it to a male not a female.

The older man quickly said, "No, no. It wouldn’t be good to disturb other diners and affect their business."

"Sir, you’ve paid, so you deserve the service from the store. It’s not about affecting anyone. Come on, join us inside. If anyone dares to kick you out, I’ll stand up for you," Yang Chen said. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Yang Chen pulled the older man, and Cheng Junjun took the little girl, and the four of them sat down at the table.

That plump woman started complaining again, "What’s the situation? Can people eat here or not? You’re acting all noble; do you think you’re showing love? How about considering how his smell affects others’ meals?"