He had come to Jingzhou to settle some personal matters. However, he coincidentally saw on Zhang Zuting's Weibo that there was a good private kitchen in the city. That was why he decided to give it a shot.
Now, he was very unhappy with the way things were going.
"Can I pre-order for tonight?" The young man tried hard to keep his cool.
The waiter looked apologetic. "I'm sorry, Sir. Someone has already booked us for tonight. Considering the time required to import the ingredients, you can make a reservation for tomorrow night or the day after tomorrow."
The young man was now completely speechless. He glanced at the waiter and then at the menu, trying to swallow the urge to curse. Finally, he casually selected two dishes and soup from the menu.
"That's it for now," the young man said, handing the menu back to the waiter.
"Alright, Sir. Please hold on." The waiter took down the order, grabbed the menu, and walked away.
