"This, this…" The waiter was taken aback for a moment and looked at the shopkeeper who was behind the counter in bewilderment.
The shopkeeper frowned slightly and walked out and went upstairs quickly. He walked in front of the four women and stopped them: "Miss, I'm afraid, this is not appropriate."
"Oh? What's wrong with that? Us sisters want a nicer environment while we have our meal, do you have a problem with that shopkeeper? If we hadn't heard that your restaurant is the most famous in the city and you have a few signature dishes that are delicious, we wouldn't have come all the way here to eat."
The woman at the front said softly. Her voice was so soft and gentle that the bones of the men who heard her softened. Not to mention that the woman's eyes were filled with a trace of grievance, the pitiful and delicate kind that men couldn't help but speak up.
