"Squawk!"
As soon as these words were spoken, time seemed to stand still, and several gazes were simultaneously cast their way.
It was clear that no one had expected Ye Chenfeng to use such professional terminology. Ji Qiushui was stunned, the waiter was stunned, and Qiao Xiyue and the others were even more horrified.
He gently cut a small piece, put it in his mouth, and started to chew.
But gradually, Ye Chenfeng's brows began to furrow, causing the waiter's heart to tighten.
Sure enough, the next second, Ye Chenfeng's gaze shot directly at him, "Your restaurant is in such a prime location; it should be one of the top Western restaurants in Jiangnan, right?"
"Yes... Yes, sir!" the waiter stammered, shivering and speaking incoherently, not knowing what was happening to himself.
Ye Chenfeng sneered, "But the food is really not that great. Was the chef previously grilling skewers or something?"
The waiter: "...".