"Move aside!"
Bai Xiao said coldly.
The head chef was not afraid of Bai Xiao. "Comrade, you see how dirty and messy the kitchen is, getting your hands dirty here wouldn't be good."
He just wouldn't move.
Wang Sanxi lost his temper, went up and kicked the head chef out of the way.
He was born a farmer and didn't have the temperament to speak nicely; whoever didn't listen got handled directly by force.
This was also the family rule passed down by his elder brother Wang Yan: fight until they submit.
The head chef probably never expected that this usually quiet and mild-mannered general manager would actually start a fight.
He was hurled aside in an instant.
Bai Xiao opened the freezer, and inside were neatly stacked fresh chicken and pork bones, with packaging that clearly indicated today's date.
