"Ahem!" Theresa cleared her throat before giving the back of Erwin's hand a vicious pinch. "I take my eyes off you for one second and you're already flirting with other women! Who is it this time?"

Erwin winced with pain as he grumbled, "I didn't even get a chance to ask who she was before you you came!"

After hanging up Erwin's poem, the manager approached him with an apologetic smile as he said, "Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Erwin. It is a rule of our restaurant that your poem must be hung up before we can take you upstairs."

"What are these bullshit rules? If you ask me, you're just making a big fuss for nothing," Duke Tuhar said in a disgruntled voice.

The manager's smile remained unchanged, and it seemed that he wasn't fazed at all by the duke's words.

Seeing as the manager had treated him with nothing but respect, Duke Tuhar refrained from raising any further gripes.

Erwin was quite pleased to see this. It seemed that Duke Tuhar was a reasonable man who wouldn't take out his anger on others for no reason, even if he was in a bad mood.

The manager led Erwin and his group to the sixth floor, then smiled as he said, "All of the dishes have already been prepared, please enjoy."

Erwin looked into the room to find several huge tables laden with delicacies, and he was immediately rooted to the spot. "What is the meaning of this? There's way too much food here! Even if we had twice the number of people we do now, we...