A big Indian customer grabbed a handful of pilaf, and there was juice flowing from his fingers and said to me, "Let's eat together." Do I eat or not? Eat I'm afraid I'm sorry for myself, don't eat I'm afraid I'm sorry for the order.
In 2009, an Indian hostess came with two retinues, ready to sign a big order, and at noon I invited them to dinner, and she said no, she brought her own Indian food, only to see her two assistants open the box and take out a rice cooker, and then take out the bag of hand pilaf. After the water boiled, they put the bag of pilaf in the pot and boiled it for a while, then took it out, took out a disposable plate and poured the pilaf into the plate, grabbed it and ate it, and sucked the juice from their fingers from time to time. I was stunned, and the lady suddenly turned to me and said, "You don't want to go to the cafeteria, let's eat together," and she grabbed a handful of rice and stretched it out to me. I was stunned, to eat or not to eat?
At this time the assistant looked at me, I had a look, he hurried out, and then called me with his mobile phone, I answered the phone and pretended to be very anxious, and then said to the Indian hostess, "Madam, I would like to try your pilaf, but just got a call, an employee just fainted, I have to hurry to see" The hostess said as soon as she heard it, you should hurry up.
When I came out, I patted my assistant and said, "Well done, I'll give you a commendation."
