Time flies by, five years have passed. It was a sunny afternoon, and it was a seemingly peaceful street. People on the street were walking in various postures.
The seemingly ordinary scene changed completely after a voice, and everyone's eyes lit up, and they started to boil.
"Young Master Ye Thirteen is here, he's going to squander his family's wealth at Laughing Elegant Pavilion. Limited seats, those who want to go should hurry."
"Oh, Young Master Thirteen is going to spend again."
"Laughing Elegant Pavilion, I've never been to such a high-end place before."
"Haha, today I want to eat and drink to my heart's content..."
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Suddenly, everyone on the street abandoned everything and ran towards the most luxurious hotel on the street - Laughing Elegant Pavilion, while emitting various cheers.
At this moment, they also knew one thing, that although Young Master Ye Thirteen likes to squander, he won't specifically call for extra seats if you can't grab one.
Therefore, to enjoy this free lunch, they had to compete for seats. They were running at perhaps the fastest speed of their lives, wishing they had an extra pair of legs.
The matter of Young Master Ye Thirteen was well-known in the entire capital. It's known that he squanders purely to squander, and the Ye family does not restrain his behavior, allowing him to be wasteful.
Someone roughly estimated that Young Master Ye Thirteen had squandered at least nearly a million gold coins in these years. This is enough to make a family rich for several generations, and only the Ye family has the financial resources to allow him to be wasteful.
It's just very strange, why does the Ye family tolerate his squandering, is it just because of his special status? Everyone found this very curious, but gradually they got used to it and forgot to investigate this matter.
"Sorry, we are already full." Even if someone ran up quickly, they were still blocked by the staff outside. It's not that Laughing Elegant Pavilion didn't want to make money, it's just that there were no seats left, and they couldn't do anything about it.
"Damn it! Why don't you expand the place, it's full so quickly." Some unwilling people cursed loudly.
Bro, our place is already big enough, it's the largest restaurant in the East City of the capital. Even if the restaurant were bigger, it can't accommodate all of you, this isn't a square.
At this time, in the restaurant, there was a young noble sitting on a seat near the railing on the second floor. This seat provided a view of the entire restaurant, and there was also a very cute tiger tribe girl sitting next to him.
"Tiger girl, what are they doing?" The young noble looked downstairs at the lively scene, a little puzzled.
"Ha, they want to take advantage, young master, can't you stop being wasteful?" The little tiger girl said somewhat helplessly. She had already mentioned this issue countless times, and the answers she got were basically the same.
"No, my profession is a squanderer, I want to spend, I want to squander." The young noble said very seriously and earnestly, perhaps this was the most serious and earnest thing he had said in his life.
"I really can't do anything about you." The little tiger girl shook her head and then began to think about how to save her young master from squandering. Although she couldn't prevent him from squandering, she could at least make him squander a little less.
In these years, it had always been the little tiger girl who had been controlling the young noble's squandering. Otherwise, he would have squandered even more, it can be said that she had been keeping it at the current level.
"I'll order, waiter, give me a bowl of fish ball noodles." The young noble directly ordered his favorite noodle dish, which was often made for him by the little tiger girl.
It seems that he really likes to eat fish, otherwise, people would think he's from the Cat Tribe.
The waiter remained silent for a while, then said, "We don't have thick noodles here."
This place is upscale, so there is very little of these more common items, and it seems that this waiter didn't want the young noble to eat them, otherwise, they wouldn't have much profit.
This was also supported by the owner, who wanted to fleece Young Master Ye Thirteen, but they could never have expected that their momentary greed would bring about an unexpected consequence.
Of course, the reason also includes the fact that they considered this place to be high-end, and didn't think they should serve these lower-class items to Young Master Ye Thirteen.
The young noble looked at the menu and said, "Oh, then give me a bowl of fish ball rice noodles."
The waiter remained silent again and said, "We don't have fish balls."
The young noble said, "Oh, then give me a bowl of beef tripe noodles."
"...we don't have thick noodles."
"Then I'll have fish ball oily noodles."
"...we don't have fish balls."
"Do you have anything here at all? How can you claim to be a high-end restaurant...fine, give me a bowl of ink fish ball noodles."
Everyone was embarrassed. If a place doesn't have anything, it's your own problem, this Young Master Ye Thirteen is really something.
"We don't have thick noodles!!" The waiter was on the verge of tears.
"No fish balls?"
The waiter directly jumped from the second floor and landed on the ground, not moving at all.
"He's what? The stairs are over there, not here." Said the Thirteenth Young Master of the Ye family as he looked at the waiter on the ground.
"Young Master..." Little Tiger Girl shook her head, smiling helplessly.
"Tiger Girl, there's nothing here, let's go to another place. We won't come to this kind of place again in the future." The Thirteenth Young Master of the Ye family stood up, casually tossed some tea money, and then went downstairs.
Of course, the tea money was still too much for Little Tiger Girl. She quickly took out a copper coin and exchanged the gold coins on the table. This was something she often had to do.
"Huh? Leaving?"
As they watched the young master walk downstairs and prepare to leave, everyone who was planning to eat and drink for free was stunned. If this young master left, wouldn't we have to pay for our own meal?
"Thirteenth Young Master..." Someone uttered a hint, hoping the young master would leave some words or money behind.
"You all enjoy your meal, no need to see me off." The young master politely said.
"Young Master, let's go." Seeing the situation, Little Tiger Girl decisively pulled the young master away, as she knew what these people wanted, and she knew her slow-witted young master would never think that she would need to spend money to pay for them.