The chef looked at Jiang Xiao with a playful expression but managed to hold back the rage inside.
"Or, you can make do with this for now, and I'll prepare something delicious for you tomorrow, how's that?"
"Fuck your mother's fart!"
Jiang Xiao pointed at the gigantic menu above the cafeteria.
"It's Sunday today, and even our illiterate Old Li can tell what we're supposed to eat! What? Can't you read, or are you telling me you can't even fried dishes by looking at the pictures?"
"You're supposed to prepare braised pork and stew some potatoes. If all you have is moldy rice, send someone out to buy ingredients now. In the meantime, make some plain wheat buns for everyone to get by with a few bites!"
What?
You spout all that with your tiny mouth, thinking I should just get exhausted and work like a dog?
Just get by with a few bites?
Go get by with your @#￥%!
