The other kitchen helpers heard these two sentences and immediately looked over with gossip-filled faces.
This customer is really something, having a dish served in seven separate portions, are they playing house?
Zhao Meng was about to speak when he turned and saw everyone else looking on with a curious expression, and his face fell immediately: "Have you all finished your work?"
As he shouted this, the others quickly bowed their heads and were silent, continuing their tasks, though their ears perked up.
After all, everyone was curious about how short-tempered Chef Zhao would deal with such a trouble-seeking customer.
Just as Zhao Meng was about to instruct Fu Yu, he saw that Fu Yu had already picked out two creative sets of serving plates from the dish rack beside him, each set with seven, and carried them back to the kitchen counter.
The flame of anger in Zhao Meng's heart was like being doused with a bucket of cold water, extinguished in an instant.
