"Wait a moment, this isn't for you!" Uncle John chuckled helplessly, picking up another dish from the side and placing it in front of her. "That cake was pre-ordered by a customer, this one is yours."
An Yeran laughed a little, unabashedly finishing it off in a few bites.
"Finished eating? Then could you help deliver this dessert to the private room 439 at the far end?" Uncle John asked, "We are a bit short-handed as we're hosting on the second floor this evening."
"No problem!" An Yeran picked up the plate, dashing down the hallway outside the dining hall.
After she left, a previously silent chef picked up the plate she had just finished, "I'll wash it for her."
Uncle John didn't think much of it, and with a smile, replied, "Alright then. Thank you."
*
The first floor of the western restaurant was unusually quiet, probably because everyone was on the second floor. She barely saw anyone along the way.
