Edward looked at the bill in front of him and felt as if his IQ was being scrubbed against the floor.
'The feeling of heartache' is just a bill?
What happened to the signature dish?
Is this even edible?
You try eating it!
FXXK!
Panting, panting.
Edward, struggling to contain the words bursting from his chest, glared as the waiter, smiling slightly, placed the glass of water in front of the female pastry chef.
"Madam, your 'Lover's Tears.'"
The pastry chef looked dumbfounded at the smiling messenger, foolishly took a sip.
Then, she exclaimed—
"So spicy!"
"It has mustard in it!"
As she spoke, the pastry chef couldn't help but start to cry.
The waiter's smile remained unchanged.
He took a few steps back and stood by the door.
"I wish the three of you a pleasant meal."
Having said that, he retreated and the private room's door was tightly closed.
Unable to hold back any longer, Edward roared.
"This place is a scam!"
"Negative review!"
"I want to complain!"
