The person who quarreled was sitting at a table behind Liu Shiyin, a young man who was a little angry.
He sat there, pointed to the noodles he ordered, and said aggressively: "Boss, what do you mean, didn't I say I don't want coriander?" You put coriander in it for me! "
Xie Rourou and the others were all attracted to their eyes. Xie Jiayu looked at the coriander that had been covered with a layer and whispered: "No wonder this customer is angry, there are too many coriander, and it takes time to just pick them out."
The Xie family's aunt patted her: "What are you talking about?" The boss may be too busy and made a mistake, no matter how small a thing, just let the boss change a bowl."
Elderly people value harmony, but the Xie family's aunt feels that this customer has too much temper, and there is something that can't be said well.
Xie Jiayu stuck out her tongue.
"What a roar, I clearly remember that when you came to order, you deliberately said that you wanted to add more coriander!" The owner of the small restaurant is a middle-aged man, short and thin, not at all like a person who picks a cauldron. But although he looks thin, his momentum is not weak at all, and his temper is also very rough.
The onlookers listened to the boss's words and were puzzled.
The public says that the public is reasonable, and the mother-in-law says that the mother-in-law is reasonable, who should they listen to?
Xie Rourou asked Xie Jiayu: "This person is the closest to us, did you hear anything when he ordered?" "
Xie Jiayu shook his head: "No, he seems to have walked to the kitchen door and said it directly to the boss."
In this case, there will not even be anyone who can testify.
What the guest ordered, only the guest and the owner themselves know.
Xie Zhenqiang wanted to stand on the boss's side: "You don't know, this old brother has a good memory." When I came back with my co-workers, more than a dozen people ordered more than 10 dishes, some of my co-workers did not eat green onions, some people only loved spicy, and some dishes asked not to put green onions, or put more spicy dishes, and he did not take notes, but in the end he was not mistaken. How can you put the wrong cilantro now? Although there are a little more customers, it is not the busiest time."
Liu Shiyin said casually: "People have misses, horses have stumbled, who can guarantee that one thing will never go wrong?"
Xie Zhenqiang felt the same truth: "That's right."
The quarrel continues, and there is a tendency to get more and more intense.
"What's wrong with how many times I yelled? Are you wrong? The young man pointed at the boss and scolded, "Besides, I, a person who is allergic to coriander, would let you put more coriander?" Are you sick or am I sick? Who doesn't know that severe allergies can kill people! Am I not living long enough? "
A boy who came for the first time said quite agreeably: "I am allergic to eggs, and I almost went to the hospital because I ate eggs by mistake." This little brother probably has a similar experience, so he is so sensitive. Allergies can't be faked, so is it really the boss who made a mistake? "
His companion whispered: "Definitely, you see how good the business of this shop is, especially just now, there were several people ordering food, he probably heard it wrong."
Their voices were small, but the boss heard them. He stiffened his neck and said roughly, "Impossible, I heard you right!" He's talking about more coriander! "
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