The girl's painted lips curled. "How humble. And how useless. My name is Yan Yunmei. My family could buy this entire street if we wanted to."
Auntie Qiao's eyes widened, she had heard the name before. Yan Yunmei, the spoiled daughter of a well-known investor family in Beijing.
Yunmei flipped her hair over one shoulder and continued, "I've eaten at Michelin restaurants, I've dined abroad and you think something this salty belongs on a plate? Laughable."
Behind the counter, the waiter looked helplessly at Mianmian.
But Mianmian didn't flinch. "Miss Yan, I'm very sorry. It's possible your portion was overseasoned. I'll take full responsibility. Allow me to correct it."
Yunmei scoffed. "You expect me to eat another one? How do I know you won't spit in it to get revenge?"
The crowd gasped softly. Someone muttered, "That's too much…"
The tension thickened like smoke.
