Chapter 2725 - 1692: Are You Waiting for Me to Order? (First Update)

Chapter 2725: Chapter 1692: Are You Waiting for Me to Order? (First Update)

The female host cried deeply, completely lost control, and finally convulsed in her seat, disturbing everyone’s meals in the restaurant.

Not everyone is narrow-minded.

Seeing her in such a state, the guests all showed concern. Martial Saint stood up with a forgiving attitude when the waitstaff were at a loss.

"Get a plastic bag, a disposable one will do."

"Stop meddling!"

Wu Guangjiang whispered angrily.

Martial Saint ignored him, tossed aside the peanut shells, patted his hands, and walked over.

"Quick, go get it."

The waitstaff, infected by his calmness, indeed brought a plastic bag.

Martial Saint took it and, without a word, attempted to put it over the host’s head.

"What’s this kid doing?!"

Wu Guangjiang almost jumped out of his seat in shock.

The girl, although impolite and called them hillbillies, shouldn’t be murdered in front of everyone, right?!

Jiang Chen held his arm, "Martial Saint is saving her."

Not only Wu Guangjiang, but the waitstaff also jumped in surprise and quickly tried to stop him, "Sir..."

"She’s suffering from hyperventilation-induced alkalosis. Her emotions are too intense, leading to a high oxygen concentration and low carbon dioxide concentration in her body. We need to help her reduce the oxygen level."

Seeing his confident explanation, the waitstaff hesitated, and soon, Martial Saint succeeded in putting the plastic bag over her head.

Ill-mannered.

Vain.

Greedy and hypocritical.

These are flaws.

But not crimes.

And certainly not worthy of death.

Moreover.

Saving a life is more virtuous than building a seven-level pagoda.

This is mending one’s karma.

Apart from Jiang Chen, Tanki Liuli must have subtly influenced Martial Saint’s image.

The waitstaff hurried to report the situation through their earpiece, and when the restaurant manager arrived, the female host, Hao Wenming, with the plastic bag over her head, gradually breathed smoothly.

"Alright, you can take it off now."

The waitstaff immediately removed the plastic bag.

The manager, being more educated than the waitstaff, expressed gratitude to Martial Saint at once upon seeing the situation.

"Thank you, sir."

Martial Saint nonchalantly curled his lips, "Help her outside, don’t disturb everyone eating."

The manager was momentarily stunned.

It seems this gentleman helped only because his meal was disturbed?

Scanning around, the guests were indeed all looking this way.

"Alright. Sorry for the disturbance."

The manager quickly instructed some waitstaff to help the still immobile female host outside, then apologized to the surrounding guests.

Martial Saint completed his task, flicked his clothes, and returned as if nothing had happened.

"Good job, kid. Well done!"

Previously worried, Wu Guangjiang’s eyes brightened, looking at the prominent Martial Saint, he stood tall and proud.

"Being in East Sea, you’ve learned something indeed."

"Saint, in future situations like this, try not to act personally; you can share the method with the restaurant staff."

Lan’s mother was proud but cautiously reminded her son, "Otherwise, if anything happens, you’d be responsible."

Martial Saint flashed a child-like smile, "Mom, relax, I’ve got it under control. You know I never do things with risk. I acted because I was absolutely sure."

"Haha, you rascal!"

Wu Guangjiang laughed heartily, feeling relieved, "You came to East Sea, and your mom was constantly worried, fearing you wouldn’t adapt, but your old man knew all along, you’d thrive anywhere."

"Thank you for your help earlier; this is a gift from our restaurant. We’re honored you chose Peace Hotel, and we hope you enjoy your meal."

The manager returned, personally handing over a bottle of red wine, the value unclear, but easily costing four figures.

After delivering the wine, the manager bowed and left without further intrusion.

Truly a century-old establishment.

Although the threshold is lowered, regular people can bite the bullet and enjoy afternoon tea here, the standards and heritage remain strong.

"That’s great."

Wu Guangjiang gave a thumbs up, his fondness for Peace Hotel multiplied; they even managed to embellish his face.

"I told you dining here was the right choice."

"Yet, it’s all thanks to our son." Lan’s mother chimed in.

Wu Guangjiang nodded, "Indeed, indeed, we’re basking in Saint’s glory. Waitstaff!"

"The dishes haven’t been served yet."

Martial Saint couldn’t help but say.

"No worries, let’s drink first!"

Red wine with sunflower seeds and peanuts.

Ever heard of that pairing?

Especially in a place like Peace Hotel.

Thankfully, that female host was helped outside; otherwise, she’d probably film them as content.

"Ah—"

Cool wine went down, Wu Guangjiang smacked his lips; he had indeed tasted red wine before, they had it at home, and honestly speaking, he wasn’t accustomed to it, nor did he like it, regardless of the price, it all tasted the same.

But this bottle was different.

Rather sweet.

"Jiang, uncle must thank you. No, our whole family must thank you. Come on, Ju, let’s together toast Jiang."

Wu Guangjiang patted Lan’s mother’s hand, but Jiang Chen couldn’t possibly accept it.

"Uncle, uncle, gold shines no matter where it is."

Emotional intelligence is always the first ability.

With a simple sentence, he praised everyone, even Martial Saint felt quite comfortable inside, involuntarily grabbed a crystal-clear stemmed glass.

"Family doesn’t speak as outsiders, dad, mom, bro, let’s toast together!"

Wu Guangjiang was suddenly still, astounded, "What did you just call me?"

"Wu Guangjiang, why are you being so fussy?"

Wu Guangjiang turned to Lan’s mother for confirmation.

Lan’s mother smiled subtly and nodded.

"Hahaha, alright, young man, today your old man will drink well with you. Jiang, raise your glass, let’s empty this cup together."

Drinking.

Where you drink isn’t important.

What kind of drink isn’t important either.

It’s about the atmosphere.

It’s about the mood.

Perhaps because it was complimentary, there was no heartache, the three generations of men enjoyed sunflower seeds and peanuts with wine, jovially engaging in conversation, but before a dish arrived, half the bottle was already gone.

"Jiang, rest assured."

As the mood peaked, Wu Guangjiang placed his hand on Jiang Chen’s shoulder, "I acknowledge you as my son-in-law, regardless of what happens between you and Honghong, whether you stay together or not, our family only recognizes you as our son-in-law!"

"Wu Guangjiang, what are you saying! Besides Brother Jiang Chen, who else in the world could catch my sister’s eye?"

Lan’s mother also patted her husband’s arm, "Speak less."

Wu Guangjiang was unconcerned, continuing to pour himself more wine.

"Let me."

Jiang Chen proactively picked up the wine bottle.

Wu Guangjiang smiled, didn’t stand on ceremony, righteously enjoying the sight of the dark red liquid swirling and shaking in the glass, "I’m straightforward, I say what I mean, the biggest issue between you and Honghong is age..."

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Martial Saint coughed repeatedly.

Wu Guangjiang turned to look, but before he could speak, Jiang Chen said first, "Let uncle finish his words."

"Is that so..."

"Cough, cough, cough, cough..."

Martial Saint didn’t even listen to his father, nor did he listen to Brother Jiang Chen, his face turned red, seemingly coughing out his lungs.

What’s going on?

Didn’t seem fake.

Soon.

The two close men suddenly realized what was going on.

At the same time, the already fading wine silliness disappeared like a receding tide.

"So frugal. Were you waiting for me to order the dishes?"

Wu Guangjiang froze, turned stiffly around, but didn’t fully see the face, merely the corner of his eye triggered a shiver.

From disembarking the plane, the one who was continuously chatting and dominating the situation suddenly closed his mouth.

"Cough, cough, cough—"

This time it wasn’t intentional.

He truly couldn’t control it.

Martial Saint deeply buried his head, his heart pounding away.