Unintentionally, Lin Zifeng discovered a very conspicuous sign placed next to the fruit stand in the hall.
Without thinking, he took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it, took a deep drag, and squinted his eyes deliberately while exhaling a thick plume of smoke.
"Sir, I'm sorry, but smoking is not allowed here in public areas."
The waiter politely approached.
"No smoking? What if I can't smoke? Am I supposed to suffocate then?" Lin Zifeng feigned a gloomy face, puffing away, ignoring the dirty looks from onlookers.
"Sir, smoking here might affect other diners. If you need to smoke, there's a smoking room outside. Please finish your cigarette there before coming back," the waiter was being quite accommodating.
"Xixi, when Brother Lin gets the urge to smoke, it feels awful, like there's a caterpillar crawling in my throat. How about you eat first while I take care of this damn smoking urge?"
Lin Zifeng said with a cheerful grin.
