Soon, a beautiful woman in a suit led us into the private room.
The private room was indeed impressive. It was spacious, well-equipped, and even had a large fridge stocked with free drinks and mineral water.
Clem smiled sweetly. "Would you like to order any additional dishes? If not, we will begin serving from the pre-ordered menu."
"Pre-ordered dishes?"
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Brown immediately grew dissatisfied and slapped the table. "Louis, I have to say something. Since you invited us, we should be the ones ordering. How can you pre-order the dishes? How do you know what we like or don't like?"
Her cousins echoed, "Exactly. I'm quite picky about food. At the very least, you should let me order the pork schnitzel. I won't eat if it's not served."
He turned red with embarrassment, about to speak, but Clem quickly interjected.
"Dear guests, you may not be aware of our restaurant's dining policy. We operate on an advanced ordering system, as all our ingredients must be pre-ordered a day in advance and flown in from abroad to ensure freshness. If the dishes aren't pre-ordered, you won't have the fresh seafood today."
"Oh, I see!"
Mrs. Brown finally understood. "Why didn't you say so earlier? I misunderstood."
She covered her mouth and laughed. "So it's all imported! How extravagant!"
Louis chuckled. "As long as you enjoy the meal."
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