The cook glanced at her and handed the prepared food to a girl who had queued up properly.
Qiao Shishi's face immediately flushed with embarrassment as she angrily bellowed, "Didn't you hear me talking? I told you to serve me some food."
"I'm sorry, student, but if you want to get food, please queue up properly," the cook said.
Qiao Shishi let out a laugh that was full of mockery. "What did you say? You want me to queue up? Are you kidding me?"
The cook ignored her.
An Ning felt that the cook had quite a backbone and was particularly pleased inside. "Master, could you give me a bit more rice? And this braised pork looks really good; it makes my mouth water."
The master chef chuckled and indeed scooped up an extra half spoonful for An Ning.
"Thank you, thank you." An Ning took the plate and was about to leave.
"Hold on, that's mine," Qiao Shishi approached, ready to snatch it away.