"You are welcome. Just pass me the dishes." Fang Heng pointed at Shen Min's tray with a smile.
"Shen Min, serve the dishes now." Yuan Zhou turned his head and said to Shen Min.
"Ok, boss." Shen Min nodded her head tamely.
"Ta Ta Ta", Shen Min walked to the tables with light steps and started to place the new dish, Oil Fried Chili, on each table in turns.
"This shape is fairly unconventional." Fang Heng rotated the plate in his hand and said earnestly.
"What? Are you going to use it as a reference again when making yours?" Ling Hong turned his head and said ironically to Fang Heng.
"No, it won't happen. I'm just learning." Fang Heng didn't feel embarrassed at all, but instead said respectfully.
"You'd better concentrate on your wine diligently, especially when Boss Yuan hasn't started serving any hard liquor." Ling Hong's words didn't sound good, but were actually reasonable.
Fang Heng had improved the wine in his own pub since he lost his heart to the liquor here.
