Car-hailing Driver: Rewards from Complaints-Chapter 79 - 77: Warm Up My Dishes for Me

The meeting was scheduled for 7 o’clock, but Yang Chen arrived at 6:40.

However, after waiting for an hour, there was still no sign of Sun Xiaoxun.

Damn, even if it’s just a family obligation, she should have a sense of time.

Whose time isn’t valuable?

Or she could just flat-out refuse, right?

What on earth is going on?

Yang Chen couldn’t wait any longer, so he had to call Sun Xiaoxun.

One call, no answer.

Two, three, four...

Still no answer, damn it.

Yang Chen thought, forget it, might as well go home and eat the sweet and sour ribs and braised lion’s head that his aunt made.

But out of respect for the other party, and to give his aunt an account, Yang Chen purposely sent Sun Xiaoxun a WeChat message as evidence.

It’s she who didn’t come, not he who didn’t show up.

"Miss Sun, if you’re busy with something, we can reschedule or just tell the family it’s not suitable. If you really can’t make it, I’ll head home first."

Yang Chen got up to leave, but he felt too embarrassed just to sit for a bit and then leave.

So, he ordered a steak for show.

Otherwise, people might think he couldn’t afford anything here and was just coming to take selfies and show off.

After all, many girls love doing this sort of thing.

A few years ago, there were fake socialite groups exposed online, where so-called socialites pooled money to buy one set of Bulgari Hotel afternoon tea and took turns to take photos and post online to show off.

I’m not broke, I can’t afford to lose face like this.

Before Yang Chen’s steak even arrived, Sun Xiaoxun replied with a message.

"Sorry, my phone was charging earlier. I’m on my way now. Have you left?"

Shit!

The meeting was at 7 o’clock, and it was already 7:40, and she said her phone was charging!

Yang Chen’s impression of her was getting worse and worse, he wouldn’t want to spend any money on her, even if it were to send gifts.

"I’ve left already, don’t bother coming over," Yang Chen replied.

Everyone has a temper, right?

Damn!

After a while, Sun Xiaoxun replied again.

"Fine! Then I’ll tell my mom that you had something come up and couldn’t make it, kindly rejecting me, huh."

WTF?

His cousin was right; this Sun Xiaoxun was truly a scheming, green tea bitch.

But, it didn’t matter at this point, let her do what she wants.

Then, Yang Chen was immediately blocked by her.

"Damn, I must have been blind last night, why did I spend on her? Damn!" Yang Chen couldn’t help but blame himself.

Since Sun Xiaoxun wasn’t coming, Yang Chen didn’t have to think too much about it.

Could he just eat the sweet and sour ribs and braised lion’s head his aunt prepared for him now? 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

If he really leaves it until tomorrow, they won’t taste good, not to mention it’s unhealthy.

However, this was a high-end hotel after all, Yang Chen felt he should respect their rules.

So, Yang Chen waved his hand to call over a waiter.

The waiter quickly said, "Sir, how can I assist you?"

"I want to ask if I could have your chef heat up some sweet and sour ribs and braised lion’s head for me? I can pay a processing fee, whatever you think is reasonable." Yang Chen said earnestly.

Waiter: "Huh?"

People coming here to dine were typically wealthy, or at least those fake socialites.

They wouldn’t hesitate to order more to photograph and post online to show off, yet this guy wanted his ribs and lion’s head heated?

This request was a bit unusual, but he mentioned paying a processing fee, whatever was reasonable.

His request didn’t seem that unreasonable.

However, a mere waiter couldn’t make such a decision.

She quickly went to get the manager.

After understanding the situation, the manager seemed very troubled.

If he agreed, it might be inappropriate.

If he didn’t agree, it also seemed inappropriate.

So, the manager could only awkwardly smile, not knowing how to respond.

At this moment, guests at the adjacent tables started to laugh.

"Wow! We have a character here."

"Does he think this is a roadside food stall?"

"This is hilarious, such a peculiar request."

"This upscale place instantly feels like a roadside stall because of him, it’s quite a mood-killer."

"If Bvlgari starts offering heating services, I won’t come again, it’s too demeaning."

"Wishful thinking, a place this upscale, how could they provide such services?"

...

Not just Bvlgari, but even Three-Star Michelin Restaurants are in the business to make money.

As long as the money is there, why would they refuse?

A bunch of people coming to show off, so self-important.

Seeing the manager’s difficulty, Yang Chen explained honestly: "I went to my aunt’s for lunch earlier, and she made too many sweet and sour ribs and braised lion’s head for me to take home. I originally scheduled a date with a girl, but she isn’t coming, and I thought, sitting here for over an hour and leaving without buying anything is quite embarrassing. So I ordered a sirloin steak. But I also thought leaving these sweet and sour ribs and braised lion’s head for tomorrow won’t taste good and won’t be healthy. But I can’t just throw them away, since I genuinely enjoy them and they are my aunt’s sentiment. So I hoped to get your chef to heat them for me. I know it might trouble you, but I’m willing to pay a processing fee. Whatever you reasonably charge, I’ll pay. Is that okay?"

The manager quickly said: "Sir, I’m sorry, it’s not just about the processing fee. We don’t offer such services, and we wouldn’t know what standard to charge for it."

Yang Chen thought for a moment, and said: "How about this, I’ll take two bottles of Romanée-Conti. I’m driving, so I can’t drink here—I’ll take them to go, as there’s no wine at home. In exchange, could your chef heat these for me?"

At this point, everyone around turned their heads to look at Yang Chen.

They initially thought he was a bumpkin, but he turned out to be a wealthy guy.

Wine costing tens of thousands per bottle, and he orders two at once.

Clearly, he wasn’t here to dine; he was here to stock up.

Others saw this place as a fancy restaurant for social media photos, but he simply saw it as a place to eat, just like a roadside stall.

At a roadside stall, if you ask the owner to cook something, would they refuse?

Of course not!

"Wow! Totally misjudged."

"He treats this place like a liquor store, coming for supplies?"

"Goodness, wine costing tens of thousands per bottle, and he buys two at once. I’m curious now, what kind of girl would stand him up on a date?"

"That girl must be wealthier, right?"

"But he’s handsome! So handsome and rich, even if I were Mr. Ma’s own daughter, I’d attend the date. Handsome and rich, so what if he doesn’t have as much money as me? He’s handsome!"

"Wow! Hearing this, I kind of want to see who his date is. She must be exceptional to refuse such a premium guy."

...

The manager quickly responded with a smile: "Oh, sir, you see, Bulgari Hotel is dedicated to providing customers with the highest quality and comprehensive service. How could we not fulfill your request? You hand me the items, and I’ll personally supervise the kitchen to heat them for you. Fair?"

He hadn’t said that earlier.

Yang Chen nodded, handed over the items to the manager, and reminded: "Heat them thoroughly. Also, pack up the Romanée-Conti I ordered, I’ll take it when I leave. And cook my steak well done, I can’t eat anything undercooked."

"No problem! Please wait, I’ll arrange it for you." The manager said politely.

Yang Chen smiled and nodded, feeling much more at ease inside.

Actually, Yang Chen didn’t feel great asking someone to heat his food, but if money could solve it, he wouldn’t feel guilty.

He pays, the hotel provides services, it’s fair.

While he waited, a not-yet-seen but familiar figure approached.

Sun Xiaoxun came in, with her arm linked with a man in his thirties wearing glasses.

It wasn’t that her phone was charging. Chances are, she was being charged up!

"Good thing I didn’t send her a photo, or it’d be really awkward." Yang Chen thought to himself.

But!

He didn’t send a photo, but it didn’t mean his aunt didn’t send one!

Sun Xiaoxun instantly recognized Yang Chen and was startled.

"Shoot! Could it be she knows me? Did my aunt send her my photo?" Yang Chen wondered in his head.

The man next to Sun Xiaoxun noticed something was off, and smilingly asked: "What’s up, your ex?"

Sun Xiaoxun quickly shook her head to deny: "No, I don’t know him."

"You think I’m blind? I can’t see that you two know each other?" the man said.

His words weren’t wrong either.

Only then, reluctantly, did Sun Xiaoxun say: "He’s the blind date I told you about. He said he was leaving earlier, who knew he hadn’t left."

"Oh, really? Haha... I must meet him." the man said with a smile.

Then he walked towards Yang Chen, and Sun Xiaoxun couldn’t hold him back.