That man looked at Ella Adams with disdain, still doing as he pleased, sitting in his seat with his leg arrogantly crossed, saying, "I'm looking for the boss."
"Hello, I am the boss here," Ella maintained a polite smile, using the most standard Mandarin, asking in a soft voice again, "May I ask sir, do you need any help?"
"Boss?" The man looked Ella Adams up and down with a very exaggerated gaze, apparently not believing this seemingly young woman could be the boss here. So, he spoke in a somewhat condescending tone, "Miss, please don't joke around, you, the boss? You must be the little lover the boss keeps."
"Why do you speak like that?" The restaurant manager who was following Ella Adams whispered in reproach.
"How do I speak? I speak with my mouth!" The man took a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and before he could take a puff, Ella's voice, once again calm and polite, came: "I'm sorry, sir. Smoking is not allowed in our restaurant."