Sanji arrived at Zeff's room and found him grooming his mustache.
"Hey, old geezer, a table of customers specifically asked for your cooking."
"Oh? Did they make a reservation?"
Zeff casually asked, not thinking much of it.
"No, but they look like people we shouldn't mess with. If we want to run this restaurant in peace, I'd suggest putting down that comb."
Having witnessed Tsunade's intimidating presence, Sanji didn't dare provoke that woman again.
Zeff gave Sanji a curious look. Anyone who could make Sanji so wary was probably no ordinary customer.
So he set down his comb, put on his chef's hat, and decided to cook personally to send those dangerous customers Sanji mentioned on their way.
Just as Tsunade was growing impatient, Sanji came over pushing a serving cart. Before long, the table was covered with delicious food.
There were large lobsters, veal steaks, and other signature dishes from the Sea Restaurant. Just looking at them was enough to whet anyone's appetite.
Yechen had always had a huge appetite, so there was nothing gentlemanly about the way he ate. He cared even less about table manners.
The three of them soon polished off the entire table of food, along with more than a dozen bottles of the Sea Restaurant's finest liquor.
Tsunade was a big drinker. Finding the liquor quite good, she also bought several cases to take with her.
Yechen didn't mind, since he could easily afford that much.
Zeff's behavior, however, surprised him a little. He had thought Tsunade's actions would anger Zeff and had even prepared for a fight, yet Zeff never showed his face. It seemed the man really had grown old!
This was a ruthless man who had once smashed his own leg off with a rock when he had no food, then