The two of them understood each other, and thus it was decided.
Zhao Gushen called the manager of Qiwei again, clearing the schedule for tomorrow night.
Tomorrow's guests had already reserved their spots.
There was no other way, so Qiwei had to call each guest to cancel the reservations, apologize profusely, and promise some compensation.
There was nothing they could do, the boss was just being capricious.
It's all up to the boss, as long as he's happy.
After confirming everything, Zhao Gushen returned to the "Eight Eight Sixty-four" group to confirm the time with everyone.
"I was eating just now, so I didn't check the group," Zhao Gushen said. "My wife Ye Fei made soup-filled yellow croaker, it was so delicious it melted on the tongue. I was busy eating that."
Han Zhuofeng: "Sister-in-law Shen can even make such a difficult dish, that's amazing!"
Zhao Gushen: "My wife Ye Fei's cooking is so good, I think I'll get fed fat by her at this rate."
