"If you insist on having the chef complete it, then you'll have to wait for him to come out of the washroom. Of course, I must remind you that he might need to use the washroom during the service process." Qiao Liang's lips curled into a wide smile, "If Mr. Huangfu doesn't mind, I can call the chef in the washroom right now."
Gan Yuan couldn't help but chuckle softly.
With his obsession with cleanliness, he probably won't be able to stomach his breakfast, will he?
"No need." Huangfu Jue turned his gaze, his eyes landing on Qiao Liang's face, "Medium-rare, for both her and me."
He was the customer, and he set the rules, although he, like her, preferred his steak medium-well.
Qiao Liang shrugged his shoulders, "And the bread? Does sir prefer it burnt or not burnt?"
"Somewhere in between."
"And the tea?"
"30% Indian tea, 40% Ceylon tea, 30% Kenyan tea."
...
Such a demanding request.
"No problem."
