Just then, a server came over to ask, "Would you like to order now-urgh-"
Seeing the server staring at the thing on the table in horror, Yu Nian hurried to explain, "Miss, this isn't..."
The server let out a cry, covered her face, and ran out.
A little later, the manager swept into the private room with several staff members. He arrived looking stern, glanced at the thing on the table, and fought back his nausea. "Guests, this is a restaurant. Please observe proper dining etiquette and don't put things like this on our tables."
The three of them: "..."
After a lengthy explanation, the restaurant staff finally believed that the lump on the table was a cake.
Bian Yan said apologetically, "Sorry for the trouble. Our friend likes chocolate cake, so we thought we'd make one for him to try. We're beginners, so it might look a little ugly."
The restaurant staff all looked at Fang Xu with sympathy. Ugly didn't begin to describe it. It was practically...
Fang Xu sat motionless in his chair, his face numb. In spirit, he had already been gone for quite some time.
Drawing on every ounce of professionalism he possessed, the manager forced a smile. "You certainly put your hearts into it. Very creative, too."
Yu Nian: "..."
The clueless Bian Yan completely missed what the manager meant. Still grinning foolishly, he thought he was being praised. "Thanks! We can't finish it all anyway. Would you like some?"
Everyone backed away in unison. "No need, no need. Happy birthday! Enjoy your celebration. We won't disturb you."
With that, they retreated like an ebbing tide, closing the door behind them.
Bian Yan laughed awkwardly. "Everyone's so polite. I guess we'll have to do our best to finish this cake ourselves."
A vein throbbed