"Everybody, do you have any request for this tiny restaurant?" Yuan Zhou suddenly asked on his own initiative.
"Request? Boss Yuan, I’m not blaming you, but your Chinese is much too poor." Hearing Yuan Zhou’s word, Ling Hong said with a tone of contempt.
"Yes, it’s indeed a request. Do you have any?" Yuan Zhou asked seriously.
"I don’t have requests. But can I make a suggestion?" Ling Hong covered his forehead and said with a helpless look.
"A request is a request and a suggestion is a suggestion," Yuan Zhou explained primly.
"Ho Ho. Of course I know that and that’s exactly why I want you to say advice instead of request." Ling Hong suddenly felt that Yuan Zhou might as well cook only. Communication seemed to be way too difficult for him to learn.
"Everybody, please tell me directly if you have any request." Yuan Zhou straightforwardly neglected the annoying guy, Ling Hong, this time.
