The waiter, after being rescued, hurriedly stepped aside and dialed the manager's phone.
Shortly after, a middle-aged man sporting a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and a demeanor of smugness hurriedly ascended the stairs.
Upon seeing the scene before him, he dashed straight to Chen Yu and scolded.
"What are you doing? This is a shareholder of my restaurant and also the chef in charge of our special dishes. Let go at once!"
Chen Yu was a bit stunned; he couldn't sense any hint of a chef from the man before him.
"Chef in charge? He feels more like a fitness coach to me."
The man, waving his hefty fists, kept smashing them against Chen Yu's arm.
But no matter how hard he tried, his fists seemed as powerless as chicken claws in front of Chen Yu.
Chen Yu didn't say much more, casually tossing the guy aside.
The manager, seeing this, hurried forward to help the man up.
