"Alright, folks! Line up! Line up! The next batch of yours truly barbecue will be ready in half an hour!" Wei Chen shouted at the crowd as the people in line immediately began arguing among themselves.
"Whoever doesn't line up gets kicked out of the party!" Wei Chen declared boldly as he continued striking the grill rack with his tongs.
He turned toward Zhang Niu, who was carrying a large jar of special barbecue dip sauce. His black tailcoat uniform was pristine, as though it had just come out of ironing.
"Alfred! Check the line. If anyone dares to cut in, kick their ass out!"
"Sir... I'm Zhang Niu."
Despite the calm and polite correction, Zhang Niu still did as Wei Chen instructed. He walked down the line to inspect it.
