Seeing that Qu Shanshou was trapped in pretentiousness, unable to extricate himself, Qin Hao came to his senses and said instinctively, "Isn't he the short man with a very bald head and a couple of small mustaches?"
"Yes, have you seen Master Mitarai on the news?"
Qu Shanshou said with a peculiar expression.
"Not really."
Qin Hao had just said a sentence, initially wanting to say he knew this Mitarai, but Qu Shanshou started boasting again.
Helplessly, he swallowed his words, thinking: So the bald guy who often served was a master, no wonder the food was so delicious.
After chatting for a long while, Qu Shanshou poured a slow shot of sake, raised his glass and said, "Qin Hao, you should drink more of this sake. Over three thousand Huabiao a bottle. My daughter has a pretty high salary, but she can't even drink a few bottles in a month."
He pretended to be talking about Qu Yu, but in fact, he was mocking Qin Hao.
