Yvonne's gaze became even sharper, pinning down the menu that was about to be removed, she stood up and said, "It seems no one has taught you the basic respect for people. Profession and gender are not divided by status. We haven't ordered yet, and you're judging by appearances, which is rather ugly."
Feeling embarrassed by Yvonne's words, the waiter's expression turned somewhat unpleasant, but he quickly responded, "Ugly? Do you know how much the daily rent here costs? If we had to deal with customers like you, we would have closed long ago. And as for this gentleman, it's probably his first time here, right? Miss, you seem to have some experience, how come you don't advise this gentleman?"
"What's wrong with me?" Zachary Armstrong suddenly looked up from the menu before Yvonne could speak.
