"Sir, I apologize sincerely for this matter, but our chef has already confirmed that there are absolutely no foreign objects in the dish, and there are no cockroaches in our restaurant either," Han Yunzhong, standing beside the young man, explained with a somewhat troubled expression.
Last time his company nearly fell apart because of a minor issue like this, so Han Yunzhong absolutely didn't want such an incident to occur again.
"Could it be that the cockroach fell from the sky? And as the owner of Tianhe Restaurant, you should understand that this cockroach is tender all over, clearly due to baking at high temperatures," the young man pointed at the cockroach on the table, his face cold.
"Sir, there must be a misunderstanding..." Han Yunzhong's face became even more troubled upon hearing the other party's inquiry.
