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Zheng Ping was a veteran left by Liang Jinghong's father, so he naturally trusted Zheng Ping's words even more. Furthermore, Hu Yi had been growing increasingly insolent of late, sometimes even daring to make decisions on his behalf. The more Liang Jinghong listened to Zheng Ping's account, the uglier his expression became.
Liang Jinghong could tell from Zheng Ping's account and from the expressions and demeanors of Fu Zhiwen and the others that they were not deliberately picking a quarrel. He couldn't help but clasp his hands in apology toward Fu Zhiwen and his companions, "Regarding today's incident, not to mention whether our restaurant's chef is to blame or not, the fact that our honored guests have had an unpleasant dining experience at Drunken Cloud Hall is our fault. I hope all of you, esteemed guests, will do me, Liang, the favor of not holding it against the chef. Consider this meal my way of apologizing on his behalf."