The restaurant owner was a middle-aged man, slightly plump, who hurriedly ran out from the kitchen. Upon seeing the group of youths surrounding the young man in a suit, his face lit up with smiles as he approached with flattery.
"Ah, Young Master Lv, what brings you here this early? If you want to eat, I can have our cook personally prepare something for you. Why make such a big fuss?"
The owner smiled broadly, without any airs, seemingly confirming the saying that one doesn't hit a smiling person.
However, the young man didn't show him any respect and opened his mouth to say, "Do I, Lv Bowen, lack a chef? Are you mocking me or looking down on me?"
The owner was taken aback, immediately showing a look of grievance: "Young Master Lv, please don't misunderstand me, I just thought there was no need for you to come personally and endure the hassle."
