The waiter stumbled upon hearing Chu Feng's words, but luckily Chu Feng was quick to react, preventing him from actually falling to the ground. Otherwise, the scene of juice and cake spilled all over the floor would have been quite the spectacle.
"Don't you have noodles?" Chu Feng asked, stabilizing the waiter.
The waiter stuttered for a moment before replying, "Yes! Yes! But it will take a little while."
Chu Feng said, "Alright, don't be nervous. I was just asking casually; I wouldn't really make you go and cook noodles. You've got it tough enough; I shouldn't make things difficult for you, right? I'll just take a glass of wine, you can go."
"Thank you, sir," the waiter said sincerely, feeling that this thousand dollars was the hardest he had ever earned in his life.
Chu Feng took a glass of red wine and tasted it carefully, showing no intention of moving on.
"This is just too despicable!"
