Bang! The restaurant door was suddenly pushed open, and the furious Mr. Zhang, along with his associates, barged in.
"This Truffle Steak is personally crafted by our chef from France, Adrian..." Bianyi, who was standing next to the table describing the dish, suddenly had a cold look in his eyes. He stepped forward to meet Mr. Zhang and said coldly, "Mr. Zhang, you are out of line. This is not the place for you."
Glaring angrily at Shen Qiang, who was tasting the food, Mr. Zhang turned his gaze back to Bianyi and said furiously, "I am out of line? I have been extremely patient with you, yet you take my words for granted?"
Bianyi laughed, "The restaurant operates independently, which was agreed upon earlier. Do you want me to show you the contract you signed?"
Mr. Zhang roared, "The restaurant can operate independently, but this is Dinghao. My guest, holding a vip Supreme card— what right do you have to invalidate it?"
