This is a high-end place, so there are very few of these more common things, and it seemed that this waiter didn’t want this young noble master to eat them either—after all, there would be no profit in it for them.

This was also because he had the boss’s support; the boss just wanted to ruthlessly fleece Jason York, this fat sheep. But they never imagined that their momentary greed would actually bring them an unexpected consequence.

Of course, another reason was that they considered this a high-class establishment, and thought it inappropriate to serve Jason York such low-grade fare.

The young master looked at the menu and said, “Oh, I’ll have a bowl of fish ball rice noodles.”

The waiter fell silent again and said, “We don’t have fish balls.”

The young master said, “Oh, then beef tripe with thick noodles.”

“…We don’t have thick noodles.”

“Then I’ll have fish balls with oil noodles.”

“…We don’t have fish balls.”

“How come you don’t have anything here? And you call this a high-end restaurant… Fine, then I’ll have cuttlefish balls with thick noodles.”

Everyone in the room was speechless. Is he saying they don’t have anything? It’s his own problem. As expected, this Jason York is a bit slow in the head.

“No thick noodles!!” The waiter was about to cry.

“Again? Then please bring me a bowl of fish ball rice vermicelli.”

“No fish balls!!” Just kill me already.

Little Tina couldn’t hold back anymore and said, “Young master, they don’t have fish balls or thick noodles, which means all combinations with fish balls and thick noodles are unavailable.”

Jason York said, “Oh, none of those combos… Then just fish balls, please.”

Boom—everyone in the room collapsed…

“No fish balls!!!”

“What about thick noodles?”

The waiter jumped straight down from the second floor, landing on the ground and not moving at all.

“What happened to him? The stairs are over there, and there’s nothing here.” Jason York looked at the waiter on the ground and slowly said.

“Young master…” Little Tina shook her head, smiling helplessly.

“Tiger girl, there’s nothing here. Let’s go somewhere else. We shouldn’t come to places like this again.” Jason York stood up, casually tossed some tea money, and went downstairs.

Of course, that tea money was still too much for Little Tina, so she quickly took out a copper coin and swapped out the gold coin on the table. This was something she often had to do.

“?? They left?”

Seeing the young master heading downstairs to leave, all the people who were planning to eat and drink for free were stunned. If this young master leaves, won’t we have to pay for this meal ourselves?

“Thirteenth young master…” someone called out, hoping the young master would leave some words or money behind.

“Take your time eating, no need to see me out.” The young master said politely.

“Young master, let’s go.” Seeing the situation, Little Tina decisively pulled the young master away quickly, because she knew what these people wanted, and she also knew that with her young master’s slowness, he would never think to squander money to pay for their meal.

Chapter 11: My Wife and I’s Birthday

Watching Little Tina pull the young master out the door, everyone was stunned for a moment, then many people let out a miserable cry at the same time, because when they were ordering just now, they had gone way beyond what they could afford. If they ate this meal, it would bankrupt them.

Some people were glad they hadn’t had time to order yet, so they immediately got up and hurried out, and suddenly the crowd squeezed toward the door, just as they had when they arrived—coming and going in a rush.

As for those who had already ordered, seeing the crowd rushing out, they thought of a solution: just leave, since the food hadn’t been served yet anyway.

One person left, then others followed, and soon the once-packed Xiaoyaxuan was empty. Some who had already been eating didn’t even bother to pay, slipping out with the crowd.

These people dined and dashed, and although the dishes they ordered hadn’t been served yet, the kitchen had already started preparing them, so who knows how much was lost in the process.

Because of this, the owner of Xiaoyaxuan collapsed, regretting his greed for that little bit of profit—losing a watermelon for the sake of a sesame seed.

As for all this, the protagonist Jason York, our thirteenth young master, knew nothing about it. He was now wandering around with Little Tina, looking for things to buy and ways to squander money. Of course, before that, he casually found a street stall and finally got to eat his fish ball thick noodles.

Although he was an extremely prodigal spendthrift, he didn’t have any aristocratic airs at all, and eating at street stalls was a common occurrence for him.

Perhaps it was because he didn’t even know what “airs” meant, nor did he understand the difference between himself and ordinary people. The people around him always protected him, never letting him get hurt.