Big Shot's Sweetheart Shocked the World Again!-Chapter 892: The Little Ancestor Makes People Afraid to Meet Her Gaze

Who is this, talking so arrogantly?

Bai He frowned and looked over.

The door of the opposite private room was half-open, revealing a group of foreigners inside, dissatisfiedly poking at the mushrooms in their bowls with a fork, possibly because it was frustrating, they got upset and started shouting down the corridor: "Call the boss, what kind of lousy food is this!"

Bai He took a deep breath and said to Zuzi: "Little Ancestor, enjoy your meal first, I’ll handle this."

Then she turned and stomped to the door of the opposite private room, her temper flaring: "Lousy food? What’s lousy about it, explain it to me clearly!"

Those foreigners saw it was a young girl, wearing an apron and a chef’s hat, probably just a kitchen helper running errands, and didn’t take her seriously at all:

"Little cook, it’s not up to you, go call your boss!"

"Your Empire’s food tastes awful, cooked meat without blood? Are you feeding us expired, rotten meat?"

"Who eats with a bowl, bowls are for soup, bring us plates!"

People around Davis chattered on, while he, with a gloomy face, ordered: "Have the chef redo the steak and mushrooms. Who wants to eat this bland nonsense!"

Bai He was so infuriated, she laughed!

"Ha, bland? Do you know what it means to preserve the original flavor of ingredients, perfectly natural? Besides frying and deep-frying, what else can you do?"

"Want to eat Western food, turn right at the door! If you’re eating Chinese food, adapt to our customs!"

"Can’t use a bowl or chopsticks, what are you pretending for, eating Chinese food? Mushrooms are picked up with chopsticks, not poked with forks. If you don’t have the skill, don’t come to our Chinese restaurant and make a fool of yourselves!"

Bai He retorted without hesitation.

This fluent foreign language left the other side stunned.

The harshest thing is confronting foreigners in their own language.

Is she really just a little cook?

Davis’s follower craned his neck to look at Bai He behind her.

Now, his gaze fell on Zuzi in the center, looking very familiar: "Dean Davis, look, isn’t that girl in the middle the one who was supporting the Imperial Team’s little guy on the field? Might she be a fan of the Imperial Team, deliberately giving us trouble? Hey, look, the two girls beside her are making faces and despising us; these crazy fans!"

Davis lifted his eyes, buried in his black robe, and looked over.

That feeling of the eyeballs being scorched by the sun came again, damn it.

Although the girl opposite was just lazily looking at him, with calm eyes and brows, how could she make him feel unable to look directly?

It must be that the food didn’t suit his taste, too little meat, too little oil, and he was hungry and irritable.

Davis turned his gaze away, snorted: "Fans? They’re just some ignorant little girls, since M country didn’t teach them how to behave, you teach them!"

The follower immediately stood up and called someone to complain: "Mr. Ambassador, what kind of lousy restaurant did you book for us, food is awful, the chef is rude, even the customers are low-level brainless fans..."

The other side seemed confused: "Can’t be, this is the hottest restaurant in the capital now."

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry and call out the boss to kneel and apologize to Dean Davis, and have him fire those chefs, kick out those tasteless customers!" The follower spoke fiercely, carrying out the Dean’s words to teach Zuzi and her group of young girls how to behave.

Bai He felt something was off: "Mr. Ambassador? Could it be you’re talking about..."