This tavern is called Cuihua Building, and at this Shichen, it's not meal time, so there's hardly anyone inside.
As they just entered the hall, a waiter immediately came up and sized them up first, then curled his lips with a somewhat disdainful look: "A few guests, what would you like to eat?"
That kind of expression clearly showed he looked down on them.
It's no wonder; the Old Madam's family was dressed ordinarily, not different from common folks. That garment Madam Wang was wearing appeared to be of good material, but unfortunately, it's so dirty that it's hard to discern the original color, let alone tell what fabric it is.
The Old Madam instantly felt displeased. Though she dressed plainly, yesterday she was still a noblewoman with servants attending to her, only just driven out by the Emperor.
"Ah! You little brat, you actually dare to look down on me," the Old Madam released Madam Wang and shouted at the waiter, hands on her hips, full of vigor.
