"Sir, how could there be hair in the food? That's impossible! I've been in business here for over ten years, and this has never happened."
"Never happened, huh? Then what's this?" With a CRASH, the shouting middle-aged man slammed his bowl to the ground and pulled out a strand of hair.
No one knew where the hair had come from at that moment.
"Sir, I'm so sorry, truly sorry. This is our fault. The meal is on the house. If there's anything else you want, I'll bring it right out," the stall owner's wife hurried forward, trying to smooth things over. She then turned to glare fiercely at her husband. Both of them were around thirty.
These people are clearly troublemakers; we can't afford to offend them. Even if it isn't our fault, we still have to apologize.
