The server, looking troubled, said, "I'll have to ask the chef if he can spare the time."
Zhou Sicheng, regardless of the server's difficulty, commanded authoritatively, "Add one more."
The server, not daring to decide on his own, said, "I need to discuss this with the kitchen, sir."
Zhou Sicheng replied, "It's not specified as a breakfast item on your menu, so there's nothing to discuss."
It was unequivocal, non-negotiable.
"This…" The server, distressed, didn't know how to respond to Zhou Sicheng.
Zhou Sicheng hadn't noticed that everyone's eyes were on him.
Yan Zao was staring intently at Zhou Sicheng, with serious attention.
This guy must really be interested in Wen Jing.
Zu He, appearing to have seen through it all, looked at Zhou Sicheng with a knowing, half-smiling gaze.
He had guessed right, after all.
Lan Mu furrowed his brows, could this guy really be aiming to become his wife's cousin-in-law?
It was an ominous feeling.
