After the death of the host: the tyrant cried red eyes

But his words were full of confidence: "This is one of the best restaurants in Ningcheng, young lady, feel free to go in and enjoy yourself."

Shen Bingning looked at Song Yu gratefully and was about to invite them to dine together, but the doorman of the restaurant was already impatient and shouted, "Hey, you guys! If you don't have money, don't block the door here! Don't delay other guests from coming in or out!"

The doorman's eyes were full of contempt and disdain, and he looked straight at Shen Bingning and others.

Just as Shen Bingning was about to reply, Song Yu stepped forward. His expression was serious and his tone was firm: "Be polite! This lady came here specially for dinner!"

His attitude was unquestionable, and he tried to win the respect that Shen Bingning deserved.

However, the doorman was dismissive and snorted, "Just because you look so poor?"

He scanned the simple clothes of the crowd with a critical look, and with a sneer of contempt on his lips, he spat on the ground: "Don't think I don't know that you guys always hang around the restaurant, enjoying the aroma and affecting our business. Do you know what this place is? It's not a high-end place that you low-class people can step into at will!"

The doorman's words were sharp and pointed, piercing everyone's heart like sharp arrows.

Song Yu pursed his lips, suppressed the anger in his heart, and did not refute immediately.

It is true that this group of people often lingered outside the restaurant because they were greedy for the tempting aroma of food that occasionally wafted out, but they never had any improper thoughts, let alone attempted to force their way in.

They know very well that with their meager income, they cannot afford the consumption here.

But Shen Bingning was different. Although she was dressed simply, the calmness and confidence revealed in her demeanor hinted that she came from an extraordinary family.

Faced with the doorman's rudeness, Shen Bingning finally spoke. Her voice was calm and low, revealing a power that could not be ignored: "How do you know we can't afford it before we even step into the door?"

This sentence is both a question and a defense of one's own dignity, and it is also a silent protest against the doorman's snobbish behavior.

The doorman's gaze slowly moved upwards, from the delicate cloud patterns on Shen Bingning's embroidered shoes, all the way up to her simple but clean dress, and finally stopped on her unpainted but still radiant face.

There was a hint of barely perceptible surprise in his eyes, and then, like ripples on a lake blown by the wind, his eyes quickly returned to their former calmness and indifference.

He pursed his lips and said in a tone that was deliberately suppressing his emotions: "Looking at what you are wearing, I know what's going on."

Having said that, his eyes unconsciously stole over Shen Bingning again, as if he was pulled by some invisible force and was unable to completely let go of the beauty of this chance encounter.

Among the poor, such an extraordinary appearance is indeed like the brightest star in the night sky, hard to ignore.

Shen Bingning sensed the subtle change in the doorman's attitude. A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and her voice was filled with disdain and ridicule: "It seems that this restaurant is just so-so. The employees are so snobbish and judge people by appearance!"

Her words were sharp, like the cold wind in winter, piercing people's hearts.

When the doorman heard this, a red cloud rose on his face, his eyes widened, as if a firecracker was lit, and he burst into anger instantly: "I only showed mercy because you are a girl, don't be ungrateful!"

His voice was slightly sharp due to excitement, revealing his inner dissatisfaction and indignation.

Seeing this, Song Yu frowned and his eyes revealed deep worry.

He knew very well that Shen Bingning should not have to endure these unwarranted insults, and it was all caused by him.

A strong desire to protect him surged in his heart, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Shut up!"

There was unquestionable authority in his voice.

Song Yu felt mixed emotions. He realized that his considerations were inappropriate, so he lowered his voice, with an apologetic and firm tone: "Miss Shen is right, I was inconsiderate. I will take you somewhere else to enjoy the food right away."

His eyes were gentle yet determined, as if he was making up for his previous negligence with actions.

Shen Bingning nodded slightly, with a hint of understanding and gratitude in her eyes.

She knew that Song Yu was not the kind of person who liked to stir up trouble, so she did not pursue the matter further and just sighed silently in her heart.

If she could, she really wanted to throw off the constraints of the original heroine and argue with the doorman directly, but reason told her not to.

"Don't blame Brother Song, they are blind!"

There was a hint of helplessness in her words, and she clenched her teeth lightly, as if she was chewing on the injustice.

When Song Yu heard the affectionate name "Brother Song", a warm feeling surged in his heart. A gentle smile unconsciously bloomed on his face, and he gladly accepted this closeness.

At this time, several seemingly shabby guests were about to leave. The waiter's attitude became even more arrogant and domineering, his eyes full of contempt and disdain. He shouted mockingly: "Look, a pauper is still a pauper after all. No matter how nicely he talks, he will still run away in disgrace in the end, right?"

His laugh was sharp and piercing, full of defiance.

Zhang Quan had an impatient personality to begin with, and at this moment he was even more furious. He was only able to restrain himself because of his respect for Song Yu.

The waiter's ridicule completely ignited the anger in his heart, and he could no longer suppress it.

"you!"

He growled, all his muscles tensed, like a beast about to pounce on its prey.

Zhang Quan came up to the waiter in a few strides, grabbed him by the collar, like he was holding up a defenseless sack, his eyes almost spitting fire: "What did you say? Say it to me again!"

His voice was like thunder, shaking the waiter's whole body.

The waiter was frightened by the sudden force and turned pale, but he remained tough and tried to cover up his fear with threats: "Just say it! Do you think I'm afraid of you?! If you dare to touch a hair on my body, I will report it to the police and make you pay for it!"

He struggled and shouted loudly, his voice mixed with panic and unwillingness.

Zhang Quan's anger was completely ignited, and he raised his fist high, about to drop it - "Enough!"

Song Yu shouted loudly and stretched out a hand in time to block Zhang Quan's heavy punch.

He warned in a low voice, his eyes showing calmness and rationality: "Don't make things worse, let's leave."

Looking at the waiter's smug look, Zhang Quan felt extremely aggrieved, but he could only let go of his hand helplessly and let out a heavy snort to express his dissatisfaction.

At this moment, Shen Bingning's clear voice penetrated the tense atmosphere: "Wait a moment."

Song Yu, Zhang Quan and others turned their heads, only to see Shen Bingning change direction with an unprecedented determination on her face.

"Miss Shen, what are you doing..."

Song Yu asked doubtfully, puzzled by Shen Bingning's sudden change.