A few minutes later, Zhang Haotian ran into the banquet hall from the kitchen's back door, drenched in sweat and stumbling with every step. His shirt was soaked through with perspiration, and his face was a mask of panic and remorse.
Panting heavily, he rushed up to Lin Chu, dropped his head into a deep bow, and spoke with a trembling voice:
"Mr. Lin, I'm sorry! It was my fault. I tampered with the dishes earlier and intentionally delayed serving them because someone ordered me to do so. I've already had them remade, and I guarantee every single dish from here on out will be perfect. Please, in your infinite magnanimity, spare me this once!"
Chapter 100