As the short waiter walked toward the poodle, Lili turned to Zhao Rong, worried about the dog. "Zhao Rong, how can you play a joke on that cute poodle? What if that deranged waiter actually goes crazy and eats it?"
The assistant, more concerned about Zhao Rong's money, added, "Zhao Rong, for a 10,000-pound tip, I bet that madman will definitely eat that poodle. As for whether he braises it, stews it, or roasts it, who's to say?"
While everyone was worrying, Zhao Rong just smiled. "Don't worry," he said. "Just wait for the show to start."
By then, the short waiter had already decided how he would eat the poodle. He approached the dog, holding a large woven plastic sack. Sorry, little dog, I don't actually eat dog meat, but for a 10,000-pound tip, I'm willing to make an exception.
