Slap, the table was suddenly smacked by the bully, scattering the dishes on the table.
"Yo, Brother Song, what's wrong?" The proprietress, swaying her curvy hips, came out with a beaming smile, not the least bit panicked, clearly very adept at handling such situations.
The bald bully, known as Brother Song, had a fierce look in his eyes. He pointed at his own table's food and then towards Lin Hai's table, questioning: "Why is our food different, and why does theirs look more appetizing?!"
The proprietress smiled gracefully and hurriedly explained: "Brother Song, those specialty dishes at the opposite table were made by that guest himself; I couldn't do anything about it."
Brother Song pointed at Lin Hai and said menacingly: "You made it? Go to the kitchen and make me another one exactly the same."
Lin Hai was unwilling and stood up, his eyes wide as he retorted: "Why should I?"
