"So soon? It's not even nine o'clock, is it? Then change to two other ones," he said.
Yang Feiliu, puzzled, selected a few more.
"Sorry, we're out of those too."
"What about these?" Yang Feiliu casually pointed to a few others.
"I apologize, but we're out of those as well."
"Then tell me, what do you have?" Yang Feiliu slapped the drinks list on the table.
The waiter's voice was soft, yet very sincere: "We've run out of all alcoholic beverages. However, other drinks like fruit juices and milk are fully stocked and free of charge."
"So what you're saying is... you don't want to serve me?"
The waiter lowered his head but involuntarily glanced at Jiang Zhe.
Someone from above had given a heads-up last night that wherever Jiang Zhe was, they couldn't serve her alcohol.
The waiter saw what was happening—the girl in the school uniform was being looked after.
There were strict rules throughout the place that had to be followed to the letter.
