"You are the only one at your table, while other tables have two or more customers, so naturally it's best if you give up your seat." The waitress was already not very pleased with Wang Dadong, and seeing him refuse to give up his seat made her even angrier, so her tone was far from courteous.
Wang Dadong lifted his head and, with a peculiar look, asked the waitress, "There should be some order of first come, first served, right? If they want noodles, they can either share the table with me or wait their turn. Since when does it make sense for me to give up my seat when I'm halfway through my meal?"
At this moment, several of the street administrators were also getting impatient. Seeing Wang Dadong's ordinary dress they became somewhat arrogant and said to him, "Hey kid, do you know who we are? You dare to compete with us for seats?"
Wang Dadong picked up a noodle with his chopsticks and didn't eat it, instead, he said with a sneer, "Aren't you just a bunch of bullies?"
