Reynolds was proficient in Chinese, and particularly authentic at that; his words immediately bridged the gap between him and everyone else.
Moreover, with Chen Yu there, the crowd quickly livened up.
Just then, Reynolds suddenly spat out a mouthful of food he had taken a bite of.
"What's going on? Did you guys change your chef? Why is this spicy chicken so disgusting?"
A waiter hurried over, apologizing profusely.
Reynolds's face was a picture of gloom, "Every time I come to the East, I order from your place, and I'm even your top-tier VIP. Is this how you treat me?"
The waiter looked new and didn't know what to do, just kept apologizing over and over, making Reynolds somewhat impatient.
Li Kaiquan stood up as well, "I also think today's dish is a bit off, it seems different from the previous chef's cooking."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a middle-aged man with a stylish appearance strutted out with a trace of arrogance.
