"If you don't mind, have a seat for now. I'll have my men bring the dishes out as quickly as possible. You can order first."
The man seemed a little too embarrassed to accept someone else's charity for free, so he suddenly began speaking sarcastically. He said to the owner, "What exactly do you mean by that? Do you think a dignified seven-foot man like me, someone so famous on the rankings, can't even afford a meal at your place? Take those words back right now, hear me?"
"Of course I wouldn't dare say anything more. Please calm down, sir. I merely wanted to treat you to a meal and make a friend of you. After all, when making a living in Jianghu, one more friend means one more path to take, right? If I ever run into trouble someday, I hope this hero won't stand by and do nothing, but lend me a hand."
When Saint Lord Taichu heard the owner's words, he immediately revealed a sly smile. He felt that the owner did not even possess the most basic understanding of human nature.
If you yielded benefits to someone in this regard, they would only keep pushing their luck afterward. Did you think they would behave themselves in front of you? They would not. People like that were never satisfied.
"That's more like it. Then I'll accept your goodwill today. Hurry up and bring me every dish you have, one of each. And make sure they're all ready within half an hour, because I'm starving right now. When I'm hungry, I get angry. And when I get angry, there's no telling what I might do."
After the owner entered the kitchen and gave his instructions to his staff, they felt that he was simply too weak by nature.