H city.
The portly Delicious Life was sitting in front of the computer, holding a very exquisite soup bowl, and sipping his soup leisurely, with two trembling chefs behind him.
"The taste of this soup..." Delicious Life spoke softly, with a hint of meaning.
"It's a side dish, a side dish." One chef hurriedly took out a stack of cash and gently placed it on the table.
"Ah, with the side dish, the taste is much better indeed," Delicious Life said with a smile: "Remember, whenever you serve me soup, you must include a side dish. You can go now, I'll delete the Weibo."
"Thank you, thank you so much." The two chefs wiped their sweat and hurried out.
They finally understood the terror of this gentleman, simply because a waiter accidentally knocked over this gentleman's cup a few days ago, offending him.
It was just a small matter, at most it would've been sorted with an apology and waiving the bill, but this gentleman demanded ten thousand, which they refused to give.