Fortunately, Little Fish didn't need to wait too long before Yuan Zhou's roast fish was ready to eat. It wasn't an exaggeration at all to say that she gazed at it anxiously till her eyes were strained.
"Here's your roast fish." Yuan Zhou carried the plate up and directly put it on the long curved table.
There were no waitresses when BBQ was served. Yuan Zhou could have served the kebabs up to the customers conveniently after they were ready to eat. After all, he stayed close to them and it wasn't inconvenient, either.
But this "bad habit" was corrected by a muscular man whose name was unknown to the customers. What they knew about him was that he was as strong as a bear but was often frightened by the tricycle old man's ghost stories. The regular customers all called him Muscular Coward. As an excellent graduate of a business college, Muscular Coward took half an hour to tell Yuan Zhou how excessive it was to serve the dishes up to the customers by himself.
