When the food runner sent back the dishes used by the customer, Fu Yu already knew that the old man finally got to eat the long-awaited braised old head fish.
Just as Fu Yu was feeling pleased, he heard Yao Shi shout: "Fu Yu! Come over here, quickly!!"
"He's calling you, hurry up!"
Zhao Meng had just finished plating and instructed Zhang Jinyu to hand the dish to the food runner, while he quickly stepped over to take over Fu Yu's task.
"Got it!"
Fu Yu responded, hurried over to Yao Shi's side, still feeling a bit curious.
Why the sudden call? What's going on?
At this moment, Yao Shi was looking at the fish on the chopping board with a face full of regret and helplessness.
Daily hunting geese, only for the goose to peck his eye.
While slicing the fish meat earlier, an inch of strength slipped in his hand, and the tip of the knife slid right over his finger.
