"May I ask what you would like to order, sir?" the waitress asked, bending over.
"Two baked sweet potatoes."
"Sir, we don't have baked sweet potatoes," the waitress said in a soft voice.
"You run a damn hotel and you don't even have baked sweet potatoes?" Ye Xiong slapped the table and barked menacingly.
The waitress was almost scared to tears, her voice changing, "Sir, this is a big hotel, we don't have such low-class items?"
"What do you mean 'low-class'? Do you even know how many lives sweet potatoes saved in your grandfather's generation? You're forgetting your roots, understand? What kind of quality is this for Fuhua Hotel's staff? Don't you know anything about human decency?" Ye Xiong, like a nouveau riche, exuded a hooligan's demeanor from head to toe.
"Get another waitress, this one's attitude won't do," Ye Xiong growled angrily.
The waitress left with a red face.
