When Xu Laifu heard this, the friendly expression on his face vanished. He was about to go over and shoo the person away.
He had the patience to serve even the most difficult of customers, but not that Little Demon Star from the Wan Mansion. The boy had ruined his sauces on multiple occasions and even threatened to wreck the shop.
He'd rather throw the food out than sell to someone like that.
Ji Huan stopped him.
"When you're running a business, you can hold a grudge against anyone but money. You hate him, and he hates us right back. So what? No matter how much he detests us, he can't get rid of us. In fact, he still has to pay us for our food. Doesn't that feel pretty good when you think about it?"
To be honest, Xu Laifu didn't quite see what was so good about it.
'Wouldn't it be even better not to sell to that Little Demon Star and leave him craving it?'
Still, Ji Huan had a point. He shouldn't hold a grudge against money.
