The next day, Zhao Meng was working the late shift.
Fu Yu timed it perfectly and went to the back kitchen.
As soon as he walked in, Zhao Meng called him into the storage room.
After closing the door, Zhao Meng got straight to the point and asked, "I heard you had a conflict with Lao Gu yesterday?"
Fu Yu was stunned for a moment and instinctively glanced at Zhao Meng.
Zhao Meng's expression was indifferent, revealing neither joy nor anger.
Fu Yu replied honestly, "Not really, after I finished cooking yesterday, he came over wanting to take over, but I didn't let him."
Zhao Meng nodded, having already understood the whole story when he came in the morning.
However, some things still needed to be said.
"I know what kind of person Lao Gu is."
As he spoke, Zhao Meng felt the urge to smoke, took out a pack of cigarettes, drew one out, but didn't light it, holding it in his mouth instead.
"But, next time you face him, you should still put on some semblance of respect."
