Jasper decided to order only three dishes and one stew since it was just two of them. He also picked common dishes that were comparatively cheaper.
It was not that Jasper was frugal. It was just that food and drinks were the one thing he would not compromise on. In his opinion, one did not get rich by saving but rather by earning. However, being wasteful was not condoned either.
The waiter who was serving them was not too happy with this, though.
“This is all two large-sized men are eating when they come to Waterhoof City? These are all cheap dishes that don’t even amount to 200 Somer Dollars. How stingy.”
The waiter had a strong accent belonging to residents of Waterhoof City. Coupled with their sarcastic tone, it immediately caused those listening to feel uncomfortable.
“The two of us can’t eat that much in one go. Please just serve what I ordered,” Jasper said calmly.
“Foreigners,” the waiter muttered irritably to themselves before they turned and walked away.
“Jasper, that waiter has such a bad attitude,” Julian frowned as he spoke to Jasper.
Ever since becoming one of Jasper’s men, Julian had been to his fair share of extravagant events. He might be a bodyguard, but the servers would serve him enthusiastically all the same. The fancier the venue, the higher quality of service that was provided. He would rarely get looked down upon, unlike what was often written in novels.
Thus, Julian had grown used to such treatment and became dissatisfied when he was suddenly confronted with the waiter’s attitude.
Jasper smiled as he said, “Isn’t this what usually happens in the country? There’s no need to hold a grudge against her. We’re just here to grab a bite.”
The higher Jasper’s standing in society, the better his temper became. He could not be bothered, nor did he even have the time to deal with those who were entire levels beneath him.
They might all be humans, but their time was valued differently.
Jasper earned, at the very minimum, a million dollars a day, while these waiters received a salary of fewer than 2,000 dollars a month. What was more, they worked in Waterhoof City. How could they be compared to each other?
Since Jasper had already made such a statement, Julian merely shrugged and did not say anything else.
However, Julian’s patience gradually began wearing out when he realized that none of Jasper’s dishes had been served even though those who had arrived after them had already finished their meals, paid their bills, and left.
The two of them seemed to have been given the cold shoulder. No one paid any attention to them for the whole hour.
No one said a thing, but Jasper knew it must have been done by the waiter who thought they had ordered too little food.
Jasper frowned.
He could ignore these people, but their attitude would destroy Golden Pedestrian Street’s reputation, which would in turn affect his earnings.
“Julian,” Jasper said calmly.
“Bring the owner over here.”
Julian, who had long ago been unable to stand it, stood abruptly and walked down the stairs.
Soon, a commotion sounded downstairs. Then, Julian walked up the stairs with a man in his 30s. The man’s snobbishness and impatience were evident on his face as he walked over.
“Are you the owner here?” Jasper asked.
“Spit it out.” The owner had an impatient look on his face.
“Firstly, you have an extremely problematic attitude. Secondly, we arrived first, but why hasn’t our food been served after more than an hour while those who arrived after us have already finished their meals and left? What’s your explanation for that?” Jasper asked calmly.
“The two of you only ordered four dishes. F*cking hell, don’t come to eat at Golden Pedestrian Street if you’re poor. Who are you putting on a show for? Stupid foreigners, I ordered them not to serve you. Do you want to eat? Sure, you’ll have to wait for two hours. Get the f*ck out if you don’t have the patience!”
