The diners all expressed understanding.
It was clear that the other diners didn't want the old man and his granddaughter to come in and eat either; they were just good at pretending, unlike that fat woman who said it outright.
As the saying goes, why make life difficult for ordinary people?
If having a sweaty smell means you can't come in to eat, then those who exude a mix of perfume and sweat stench really shouldn't come in. That smell is truly overwhelming and harmful to the body, making one feel sick after smelling it too much.
Yang Chen chuckled and said, "So you're playing this game with me, huh? In that case, I don't think your restaurant can keep its doors open."
"Damn! Trying to scare me, huh? I've been running this place for over ten years and have seen all kinds of people. Do you really think you can scare me?" Chen Zhiyue shouted.
At this point, Chen Baoqiang came down.
Chen Zhiyue quickly went up and explained the situation to him.
