Here, waiter ! Look, look at your soup. What'S this? Is it vegetable soup? No...it's fly soup! Look at the blue-bottle! Terrible Pour it onto the cook. Who wants such a wonderful soup?" shouted a middle-aged lady.
In less than a second, the customers had gathered around her table. A young waiter was already holding the soup plate searching for the fly with a spoon. The lady was full of fire. The manager came over to see what the matter was. Bring her another bowl of soup was his order.
The lady wanted to show the fly to the manager. As she reached for the bowl, she let out a cry and pointed to a dark green thing in the spoon, "Look, that's it...the fly."
The crowed pressed closer and stared at the spoon in the young waiter's hand. Just before they could see it clearly, the man put the spoonful of soup into his mouth, biting slightly. After a while, he smiled and noodded, "It's really a piece of burnt green onion. I believe that we are worthy of ourr fame."
On hearing this, people laughed and scattered.