Old Tang said, "Miss Shen, do you want to eat something else? I'll have the kitchen make it for you."
Shen Qinglan shook her head, "No, I'm not hungry yet."
"Oh!"
After responding, Old Tang thought for a moment and said, "If Miss Shen wants to eat, just let me know."
"Mm." Shen Qinglan nodded.
"Damn, what is this stuff? Where's the shopkeeper?"
Just as Old Tang was relieved about Shen Qinglan's eating situation, someone in the corner started shouting.
Having worked as a chef at Yongning Manor for over twenty years, Old Tang was no stranger to such scenes, and he was not fazed at all.
He approached unhurriedly and asked calmly and amiably, "What seems to be the matter with you folks?"
"Are you the shopkeeper?" the person asked in a deep voice.
Old Tang nodded, "Yes, that's me."
The leader beckoned to him, "Damn, come take a look, see what's in your dishes? Did you sauté cockroaches with the vegetables?"
