In the back kitchen, I was startled by the master when I first entered.
The master stood at the kitchen door, holding up the kitchen knife.
I almost screamed, and the master grabbed me.
“Master, what are you doing? Holding a kitchen knife? Are you planning on them coming in and chopping each one?” I said nervously. “I’m looking at people.” said the master.
“Cut people? They are just here to eat, they can’t cut them.” I said anxiously.
“Look, look, see.” The master shook his kitchen knife at the door. The silver-white kitchen knife surface could indeed reflect some pictures. It was like a mirror, you could see the figure outside.
“This is OK?” I looked at the master and said in surprise.
The master said anxiously, “I just used the reflective surface of the kitchen knife to see about a dozen people outside. What did they say to you?”
“Ask a few people in the store.” I said.
“What did you say?” the master said anxiously.
“What can I say? I must be the only one.” I said.
“So they are not leaving now? Why is it for?” the master said in confusion. “They said they wanted to eat, they wanted to be good at hand dishes, etc.” I said.
“Special food? How do I make it without ordering?” the master said in confusion.
“It looks like I’m wearing a suit and tie, why don’t you do anything for him?” I said. “You are stupid. What if they charge protection fees? What if they don’t pay for it after eating? You even ask me to do the most expensive thing to wait for the money.” said the master.