"Manager, what kind of food do you generally like to eat?" Betty lay sprawled on the table, idly twirling her finger, clearly bored.
There weren't any customers at the moment, and without customers, the restaurant would get very quiet; so Betty decided to find something to do.
"Food? I'm not picky, except I don't eat fish, and I also don't eat konjac," Chen Ze thought for a moment then replied; in fact, he really wasn't a fussy eater.
During preschool, he was considered a good child in the teachers' eyes—probably because he wasn't picky and didn't make much fuss, which fitted the definition of a good child back then.
As he grew up, the criterion became good grades, and students with good grades often received preferential treatment.
"Huh? I thought the manager was someone very particular," Betty said, puzzled. She had initially thought Chen Ze was very particular about gourmet food; after all, wasn't that the kind of person who would open a restaurant?
