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"..." Ji Shan felt that his old man was pulling tricks again. How could he tell that the other guy had a darkened forehead without even looking properly?
"Dad, do you know that guy?" Ji Shan asked.
"We've eaten, so we won't disturb Mr. Ji. I've got some things to attend to. Waiter, come here, please serve this table 27 more of your signature dishes." The middle-aged man, seeing Qin Muyue's modest meal and reflecting on his past behavior, couldn't help but feel respect.
"Have you eaten? If not, would you like to join me?" Qin Muyue politely offered.
"Of course, I don't mind, but our sauce meat is best enjoyed now. How about this, when your son returns, I'll add an extra serving on the house." The waiter, both in demeanor and speech, showed no sign that they were a different person.