So, Sun Dasheng didn't stop her from shouting and yelling there. Let her be.
She probably wants to take advantage of the drunkenness to vent the frustrations bottled up inside.
"Miyabi, stay here and don't move. Wait for me, I'll be right back." Sun Dasheng left the table.
The back kitchen of the Izakaya is a restricted area, idle people keep out.
The sudden intrusion of a guest startled the owner slightly and also showed some displeasure.
"Guests are not allowed in here, please leave."
The owner is quite old, a man in his sixties or seventies.
The apron he wore was printed with: Izakaya Immortal.
"Boss, I want to talk to you about something." Sun Dasheng opened his mouth.
"Is it about the food? Please speak! If there's anything you're not satisfied with, I'll adjust it immediately." The old man's service awareness is quite strong, unlike other Immortals in Little Day, where the things they make can't be commented on by guests, you eat if you want, if not, you can scram.
