The entire banquet hall fell into silence the moment Becky's words were spoken. A faint smile flickered in Chloe's eyes. Though unexpected, Becky's words were indeed offensive.
Barbara's head spun, leaving her completely flustered by Becky's stupidity. What a bunch of nincompoops!
Chloe had clearly set a trap for Becky, and this nitwit was falling for it, hook, line, and sinker!
Everyone present considered themselves self-important artist. They were pampered and fawned over daily, ready to throw a fit at the slightest wrong word.
Artists might just be the toughest bunch to please on earth! That damn Becky actually had the nerve to call them buskers in front of everyone.
Barbara shot a glance at Chloe, who was clearly indifferent and gloating, and her disgust for Becky intensified.
"Becky!" Barbara suddenly scolded in a low voice, but her words were interrupted by a cacophony of clatters.
Becky turned to look and found the entire banquet hall filled with displeased faces. People were slamming their plates on the table or dropping them on the floor. The sound of shattering porcelain and silverware hitting the floor filled the air.
Becky's face wrinkled. She gazed at the mess in the banquet hall and couldn't help but scream, "Have you all lost your minds? What are you doing?!"
A middle-aged man nearby snorted, "So this is the hospitality of Y Country! You invite us to liven up your state dinner, only to treat us like your personal entertainers? Even having a meal depends on your mood, a privilege granted when you're happy and denied when you're not! We sure learned a lot about the manners of Y Country’s royalty today!"
The man's sarcastic words left Becky stunned for a moment. When she finally realized what he was implying, her face froze. "That's not what I meant."
"Don't worry! We performers may not be wealthy, but we won't accept your charity!" With that, he called over his assistant to pull out several large bills and threw them at Becky. "We can pay for our meal! This is enough for a day's worth of meals at a luxury restaurant! I'm giving you so much probably because the royal food is as precious as you are!"
Even though the bills didn't hit her in the face, Becky felt as if she had been slapped. She was utterly humiliated and furious. But it didn't stop there. Others started throwing money at Becky, some even hurling coins at her with enough force to hurt the pampered Princess Becky.
"Even street performers can afford this meal. The royal food of Y Country is average at best, but way too overpriced!"
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