Soon, several people found a mid-range Western restaurant.

After seating, the waiter took out a few eggs and handed them to Nie Wuming and others.

"Captain, I'll eat steak... French foie gras, soup, and another salad." Taoist Shenxu said.

"So I, too." Yizhihua said.

"Do you know what steak and what foie gras to eat? We martial artists, lick blood from the knife, must eat some healthy ones. What if you get a stomachache when fighting with the enemy and have a stomachache?!" Nie Wuming frowned slightly, then looked at the waiter: "Well, give them a bowl of fried rice with eggs and some pickles."

Yizhihua: "..."

Taoist Shenxu: "..."

Ling Miao: "..."

The waiter looked a little embarrassed: "Sir, we are a Western restaurant, without egg fried rice and pickles. The steak here is very good, why don't you try it?"

"Then you give them two salads." Nie Wuming said.

"Sir, are you sure you only need two salads?" The waiter glanced at Shenxu Taoist and Yizhihua, and then asked Nie Wuming.

"Confirm." Nie Wuming said.

"Okay, then what do you and this lady need to come to?" the waiter continued.

"Give this beauty a steak, French foie gras, salad, soup, and desserts, give me a steak." Nie Wuming said.

Taoist Shenxu: "..."

Yizhihua: "..."

What if you promised to be unhealthy? What if you promised to be afraid of eating a stomachache?!

"Then, do you guys need it if you drink?" said the waiter.

"Captain, we haven't seen each other for so many years. If you don't say anything else, you must drink the wine!" Taoist Shenxu hurriedly spoke.

"Well, what you said makes sense. In this way, if you drink, let's order the best, the highest-end, and the most expensive." Nie Wuming nodded.

"Sir, we have a lot of high-end drinks here. You can see what you need." The waiter said with a smile.

"Give us two bottles of Moutai, please give us the best one and choose the most expensive one!" Nie Wuming waved his hand.

Hearing Nie Wuming's words, the waiter's mouth twitched slightly: "Sorry, sir, we don't have Moutai here."

"No Moutai?" Nie Wuming sighed: "You don't have this, and you don't have that. You won't make money, how can you do business?"

"I'm very sorry, sir, but we are a Western restaurant... Can red wine be OK?" said the waiter.

"Wait." Nie Wuming picked up the menu, turned to the wine page, looked at it for a moment, and said, "Okay, okay, red wine is red wine, give me a bottle of Louis XIII of 1874."

A forced smile appeared on the waiter's face: "Sir, no."

"Then let's have a bottle of 1787 Lafite Castle dry red." Nie Wuming said.

The smile on the waiter's face dissipated: "Sir, the wine you ordered is probably more expensive than our store, so we really can't get it."

"You are not doing anything in a nonsense business!" Nie Wuming looked unhappy: "Put four cups of boiled water!"

"Sir, I'm really sorry." The waiter sighed.

"I'm sorry, for that, I'll give you two dishes and just apologize." Nie Wuming said.

"Captain, why don't I invite him..." Taoist Shenxu looked at Nie Wuming with a confused look on his face.

"What a joke, I've said I'll invite you. Of course, if you really want to invite you, you can do it." Nie Wuming looked at the waiter: "Put a few bottles of the best wine in your store, and then I will add a single steak, a portion of foie gras, and a dessert soup to me, and he will ask."
Chapter completed!