With a balding head, the boss of the seafood-rice store was dressed in a traditional kimono. He revealed an amiable smile and took Wu Jun's hands, not letting him go.
"Don't leave. Please continue tomorrow. No money, no money needed." The boss kept repeating these few words in a weird and uncomfortable way.
"I'm sorry. It's the chef who makes the decision, not me." Wu Jun shrugged and said helplessly.
"Fish. I still have the fish. Do you want it?" The boss knitted his brows and thought for quite a while. He thought Wu Jun was saying that he didn't have more fish and thus he immediately patted on his own chest and guaranteed loudly.
"No, no need. We are not coming tomorrow. Maybe next time." Wu Jun waved his hand right away and indicated that it wasn't necessary.
"What if there's no charge?" The boss still said persistently.
"No need, really." Wu Jun refused continuously.
