Hearing this, Phelps's body trembled, and he hurriedly said, "It's fine. Don't worry and continue eating." Then he glared at the waiter and said, "Immediately go buy the ingredients! I don't care what you do or how much money you have to spend. Buy the ingredients and cook!"
At this point, the waiter noticed something abnormal about the room. So many dishes had been sent in, and even a hippopotamus would have been filled with such a load of food; yet, the customers were still claiming that they were hungry! In addition, what about the plates? F*ck, so many plates had been served, but not a single one was left. Could it be that these guys had even finished the plates?
However, he immediately rejected the idea. No one would believe that a human wouldn't even spare the plates.
After serving the dishes again, the manager ran over and said bitterly, "Mr. Phelps, there are no more plates left… Why don't you return us our plates first?"
