Xuexue recognized at a glance that this Chef Ding was the same person who had tasted the river snails, refused to pay the other day, and even quarreled with her.
"We've been insanely busy, and didn't notice for a moment."
The Waiter felt somewhat aggrieved, as it was the busiest time for the restaurant. The neighbors from the food market, who found the restaurant's breakfast not only delicious but also economical, were all crowded at the door, lining up to buy as early in the morning. The several waiters were frenzied with activity, wishing they each had a couple more hands to package the breakfast orders. They had no time to keep an eye on the entrance.
Chef Ding, with his sharp and menacing triangular eyes, glared, "So you think you have a reason?"
The Waiter lowered his head, no longer daring to make a sound.
"Why aren't you going back to work instead of standing here waiting for your meal?"
