The whole process took less than five minutes.
Nobody cuts steak into pieces that small, clearly he wasn't planning to eat it, just found something to do.
Because once he had cut the steak into small bits, he put down his knife and fork and waved his hand, calling over a nearby waiter.
"Mr. Simmons, what can I do for you," the waiter asked, his attitude very respectful, bowing slightly in the most standard and respectful manner.
The face of Young Master Simmons is well known at all high-end establishments in Z City, even a gold card doesn't carry as much clout as his face.
However, those respectful eyes widened slightly upon seeing the steak that Knox Simmons had cut up, and showed a trace of surprise. But because of excellent training, even in such unusual situations, he quickly returned to normal.
Knox Simmons tapped his fingers on the table, his voice lazy: "Take this steak away and toss it, and bring me a new one."
