Ignoring the man in the gray coat, Gao Yang ate a dumpling, then tossed away his chopsticks and said to the owner, "I asked you for garlic earlier. You stalled, and now look, it's gotten cold. All right, you don't need to stay here. Go back to the kitchen and cook me another serving of dumplings. This has nothing to do with you anymore. Off you go."
The owner's face showed difficulty, but he didn't move, while the man in the gray coat was visibly angered and said to Gao Yang in a heavy voice, "Can't you understand what I'm saying?"
Gao Yang turned his head to glance at the man in the gray coat, then said resignedly, "Alright, I've made it clear. I won't pretend anymore. I told him to leave to save you some face. Can't you see that?"
The man in the sweater stood in front of Gao Yang, slammed his hand on the table with a smack, and roared, "What do you want! Do you have a death wish!"
