The burly man turned around, raised his chopsticks, and was about to pick up some food when he suddenly froze on the spot.
"What the hell!"
"Where's the food? Where's the food?"
Looking at the licked-clean plate in front of him, the burly man was devastated.
"You bunch of bastards, that's really inconsiderate..."
"Boss! Boss!"
Yan Rufeng clasped his hands together and said, "What can I do for you, customer?"
"Bring me another table of dishes like the previous ones!"
Yan Rufeng smiled slightly.
"Customer, are you sure?"
"Hmph!"
The burly man's expression changed.
"Boss Yan, do you run a restaurant or not?"
Yan Rufeng smiled and said, "Of course!"
"Then go serve me the dishes right now!"
The burly man swaggered over to an empty table and sat down arrogantly.
Yan Rufeng respectfully said, "Customer, are you sure you don't want to ask about the price of the dishes before you order?"
"Then tell me, how many spirit stones did that table of dishes cost?"
