Jing Juntao looked at Tang Huai: "The dish you brought up, is it your cooking?"
Tang Huai shook his head, "No, it isn't."
"I want you to cook it yourself."
"Sorry, tonight, I'm in charge of serving."
"Who's cooking tonight?"
"Tang Li and my grandfather." Tang Huai restrained her smile, her eyes faintly gazing at Jing Juntao.
"You go cook, let Tang Li serve."
"Sorry, in this restaurant, I make the rules," Tang Huai nodded, "Who cooks and who serves isn't up to the customers."
Jing Juntao sternly stared at Tang Huai: "If you don't cook the dishes yourself, we won't eat them?"
Tang Huai bowed to Jing Juntao at a ninety-degree angle: "Please leave, no need to see you out!"
With a tray in hand, Tang Huai turned around stylishly.
Jing Juntao's face darkened.
His companions' lips twitched, this young lady sure had attitude.
His friend curiously looked at Jing Juntao: "Factory Manager Jing, does Tang Huai... not know that you are Jing Shao's grandfather?"
