On the following day, in the western restaurant Masterwork Nonsuch, Li Li looked at Yuan Zhou's restaurant crowded with customers across the street and then at his own restaurant that had much less customers. The sharp contrast made him quite dissatisfied.
"What do you think is wrong with our executive head chef?" A waitress asked with a low voice.
"I don't know, either. He has been standing there and staring blankly for a whole morning." Another waitress beside her said smilingly.
"Although my smile is becoming stiff, I don't dare to stop smiling. What about you?" The third waitress had a sweet smile on her face.
"Exactly. What's wrong with our executive head chef?" The waitresses were quite interested in that.
"Don't you discover why? He is looking at the tiny restaurant." A waitress that passed by chimed in with a same smile on her face.
