"Waiter, please call your manager over."
Gu Zhihao was furious when he got a definite answer, and his arm twinged with pain.
So...
He waved his big hand and called out to the waitress not far away.
The other students, unaware of the situation, couldn't help but display a "confused" emoji-like expression.
The waitress also approached with a puzzled expression, glanced discreetly at the dishes on the table, and, finding nothing wrong, asked with a smile, "Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"
"This matter, I'm afraid you can't solve it. Better call your manager over!" Gu Zhihao didn't want to waste words and just wanted someone responsible to address the problem.
These words left the waitress bewildered and with a sense of foreboding, but she could only brace herself and asked, "Sir, is there something about the food that doesn't suit your taste?"
