Yang Ming came in with the fish. The waiter of the restaurant welcomed him and said with a smile, "Is Mr. Wang going to have dinner?"

Yang Ming had a whim, yeah, just eat, so he nodded, smiled and said, "Eat!"

"How many people are there, sir?"

"I'm the only one, can't I?"

"Sure." The waiter smiled and said, "Sir, what do you do with this fish?"

Yang Ming smiled and said, "This fish naturally needs you to handle for me. You send it to the kitchen and let him make it for me."

"We haven't had this precedent here, we haven't processed food for customers, this..."

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