Courtyard House: A System Connecting Two Worlds, Resources for the Nation

Hearing Zhou Feng's shout, the waiter closest to them threw the sunflower seed shells on the ground and then slowly sauntered over in his cloth shoes.

The woman looked to be in her thirties, with an impatient expression on her face and a drooping mouth. She scanned Zhou Feng and Bai Ling from head to toe with her triangular eyes.

"Are you two rushing us? Can't you see we're studying the highest directives?"

As she spoke, she gestured to her colleagues who were still gathered together eating sunflower seeds, and they responded in kind, as if Zhou Feng and the others were being unreasonable.

Zhou Feng let out a long breath, looked up at the waiter, and forced a smile: "Comrade, please, one order of braised chicken pieces, one order of shredded pork with eggs, one order of vegetarian stir-fry, a bowl of soup, and two bowls of rice, thank you."

The three dishes and one soup cost less than 3 yuan in total, all of which Zhou Feng had calculated.

"Can we finish three dishes?"

Bai Ling glanced at him, but Zhou Feng smiled and said, "If you can't finish it, just pack it up and take it home. It's not easy to treat our Comrade Bai Ling to a meal, so we have to order a lot. When we cook together later, you have to cook for me according to this meal plan!"

Seeing that Bai Ling's face was flushed, Zhou Feng stood up happily, ready to go to the cashier to pay for the meal voucher.

Unexpectedly, the waiter, seeing the two exchanging glances and talking, suddenly got angry and started yelling.

"Hey comrades, you're putting on quite a show! Two people ordering two meat dishes, one vegetable dish, and you even want soup?"

The screaming sound, like a chicken being choked, immediately drew everyone's attention in the store.

Noticing that everyone's attention was focused on her, the woman became smug and pointed at Zhou Feng.

"Right now, the whole country is tightening its belts to carry out construction, and you, on the other hand, are putting on airs like a capitalist!"

"What's it to you? How dare you talk to us like that! We're paying for our own food, and you..."

Bai Ling slammed her hand on the table in anger. She had only gone out with Zhou Feng twice by herself, and both times this mess happened!

"Oh, oh, oh, give me back my money! Is this about money? Look at all those comrades outside who can't even afford cornbread, and you two are eating chicken nuggets and shredded pork with eggs. Three dishes and a soup for the two of you!"

The room erupted in laughter, and the waiters, enjoying the spectacle, cracked their melon seeds even harder.

A waitress of similar age grinned widely and said, "Sister Wang, you have no connection with these people. They're all young masters and ladies from wealthy families!"

The group burst into even louder laughter, as if they were looking at Zhou Feng and Bai Ling like monkeys.

But Bai Ling had no choice but to deal with this guy.

They just had a bad service attitude and spoke rudely, but they didn't commit any fundamental mistakes.

This is fundamentally different from the criminals who robbed people on the street before. Even if she was very angry, she could not directly lay a hand on them.

But if they were to argue, even three of them tied together wouldn't be a match for one old woman.

Seeing that Zhou Feng was clenching his fists so hard they were cracking, Bai Ling reached out and pressed her hand on his arm, looking coldly at the waiter: "I don't need to talk to you. Call your manager over."

"director?"

The waitress, called Sister Wang, immediately chuckled: "The director went to a meeting at the neighborhood committee office today, so I'm in charge here!"

As she spoke, she shouted even louder: "Everyone come and see! There are two capitalists' daughters and sons here, insisting on extravagance and waste. They're getting upset when I say something to them!"

The diners at the surrounding tables put down their chopsticks and looked over. Several old men began to shake their heads and sigh. Even passersby outside peeked out the door to watch the commotion.

"You...you're slandering me! Who's the capitalist's son or daughter?! I work at the Municipal Public Security Bureau..."

"Oh ho, shouldn't officials working in the municipal bureau be taking the lead in practicing thrift and frugality?"

Sister Wang was really getting worked up. Right now, the country is emphasizing "ensuring employment," and their "iron rice bowl" is incredibly secure.

That's why these waiters dared to ridicule the customers who came to eat.