"Chef, when will my dish be ready? The customer has started to rush!" Alexander was deep in thought when Jiang Ping, the veteran, came over with a look of urgency.
"Wait, after his dish is done, it's your turn!" The chef ghost raised his head in annoyance, his voice filled with menace.
"Why is that, wasn't I the one who ordered first!" Jiang Ping was obviously getting anxious, even starting to question.
The chef, whose temper had been ignited by Alexander, turned his head violently and glared fiercely at Jiang Ping: "Either wait patiently, or go and deal with the VIP in the VIP area! Or, I could put you, this damn worm, directly on a plate and send it up. I'm sure the customers would love it!"
"Wait, I'll wait!" Jiang Ping backed off in fear, waving his hands repeatedly.
"Hmph, an ignorant worm, if there's a next time, you'll be the delicious meal on my plate!" The chef ghost snorted coldly, continuing to cook.
"It's all your fault!" Jiang Ping glared resentfully at Alexander.