Wu Lin waved his hand and said with a kind look: "Manager Song doesn't have to worry, in fact, I'm not very hungry..."

Gululu!

His stomach also cried, responding to Chen Xiaoran and Ju Twenty-two.

Wu Lin said again: "At least I'm not greedy, just shredded pork fried rice. Um..."

My mouth was not covered, and my saliva dripped out.

Damn it is obviously hungry and greedy!

Song Xiaofeng:...

"I'm sorry Angkor! I'm not thinking about it carefully."

He sighed.

At the same time, I admire Wu Lin even more so much.

I was obviously hungry and greedy, but I was not willing to blame myself, but I was afraid that I would be embarrassed. I tried my best to pretend that I was not hungry or greedy, just to give myself face.

With such a mind, you deserve to be rich at a young age!

His hot eyes turned to Wu Lin.

Wu Lin:???

Why is it like this scary look again? What do you want to do?

In any case, things have come to this point, and I will definitely be able to use a meal of shredded pork fried rice to solve the dinner tonight.

However, Wu Lin didn't care much about it. Anyway, when he was working in the company, he often had a meal of instant noodles when he was busy at work.

Life has improved for a while, so there is no need to be so pretentious.

Song Xiaofeng moved his eyes away from Wu Lin and waved his hand angrily: "Okay, OK, Xiaoqiang, hurry up and tell Lao Wang. The fried rice with shredded pork is just shredded pork, move faster."

"Okay, Manager Song, it's going to be fine soon! Lao Wang's speed is very fast."

As he said that, the little employee quickly went to the kitchen. Then Lao Wang's "Ahhhh" scream came from inside.

Wu Lin turned his head in surprise and looked towards the kitchen.

Song Xiaofeng explained: "Old Wang is just this habit. When cooking, he likes to shout a few times and say to make himself excited. At first we also felt strange. After getting used to it, we still felt uncomfortable if he didn't shout."

Damn, what are these strange cooking postures!

Wu Lin felt that he was about to become a smirk boy...

I have to say that Lao Wang is indeed very fast.

Ten minutes later, plates of fried rice with fragrant shredded pork were taken out from the kitchen.

I have to say that the chef Lao Wang is indeed good at cooking!

A plate of ordinary fried rice can be of all color and fragrance - I haven't eaten it yet, and I don't know how it tastes. But looking at the appearance, it's really good.

The chef also knew that there were "discount guests" today, and after finishing, he came out to meet Wu Lin. He was a strong man with a big waist and round waist. He didn't look like a chef, but he looked like a wrestler...

He shook hands with Wu Lin with a smile: "You are Mr. Wu, are you?"

"You are Lao Wang, are you?"

...

The atmosphere suddenly became a little stiff.

Wu Lin knew that he had made up his words, so he quickly laughed a few times and everyone sat down to have a meal.

As soon as Manager Song picked up the plate, an angry "meow" sound came from beside him.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw an orange pig like a ball, squatting on the chair between him and Wu Lin, staring at him with a sucking gaze.

Well……

Wu Lin also smiled: "Manager Song, it seems that when I went up the mountain before, my cat vomited food. Now I should be a little hungry. Should I feed it some food? You said before that you can make it full."

Oh, yes!

Song Xiaofeng quickly nodded like a chicken pecking at rice and smiled friendlyly at Orange Twenty-Two: "Sorry, little cat, I'll make you food now."

After saying that, he asked with a smile: "Is there any food in Lao Wang's kitchen?"

The other party shook his head: "It's gone. Today's meal and the leftover pork shreds of meat yesterday were just enough for our employees who stayed overnight and Mr. Wu and the other three. This is because some girls have little appetite. Otherwise, they are a little bit insufficient."

Well……

Then it seemed that there was nothing I could do, so I could only share a half of myself to this cute and arrogant orange cat.

"Anyway, how much can a kitten eat if it looks fat? Give it a small bowl."

Song Xiaofeng thought so, and pulled a small bowl of shredded pork fried rice from his plate and put it in front of Ju Twenty-two. He smiled kindly: "Eat it, kitten. Eat more, it doesn't matter if you can't finish it, don't worry about wasting it."

Wu Lin slimly stewed the rice. When he heard this, he turned his head and looked at the bowl in front of Ju Twenty-Er. The corners of his mouth twitched, but he didn't say much, so he continued to eat... It was really delicious! If Lao Wang made special Henan Provincial Delicious Food, it would be amazing. I hope I can eat it tomorrow.

Song Xiaofeng turned over, picked up the spoon, scooped a spoonful of rice before putting it in his mouth.

Then I heard an angry voice from behind again.

"Why are you still angry? Is the food not delicious?"

When he turned around, his eyes suddenly widened.

"My grass kitten! You eat so quickly?"

It turned out that the small bowl was empty and clean as if it had been washed.

Ahem...

Wu Lin smiled and said, "Manager Song, my cat eats a little too much."

"It's okay, I've swayed it and I'll definitely let it eat."

He smiled awkwardly, scooped another bowl of shredded pork fried rice and placed it in front of the Orange Twenty-Two. This time he stared at it, wanting to see what was going on.

Then, I saw twenty-two oranges spreading their bloody mouths, eating and swallowing them, and eating them all like wind and clouds.

Song Xiaofeng's mouth turned into an "O" shape, and he could put an egg in it. (Bad bad readers, don't ask if it's the egg on the left or the egg on the right, it's the egg!)

"Is this a cat still a cat? It's a pig in cat's skin!"

This thought came to his mind.

But there was no way, so I had long praised Haikou for saying that I would definitely let the "Angkor's cat" have a good time. Song Xiaofeng could only keep putting the fried rice in his bowl into a small bowl...

Finally, my plate was empty!

He didn't eat a bite of the rice, and he was eaten by Ju Twenty-two.

However……

Meow, Meow!!

Ju Twenty-Erge was still very dissatisfied and even stood up, with his two front paws threatening him.

paralysis!

Song Xiaofeng was almost crying and looked at Wu Lin as if begging for mercy: "Angkor, your orange pig...oh no, orange cat. How much does it eat for each meal?"

Eat weight?

Wu Lin thought for a while: "It's probably about twice as much as mine. Anyway, I usually eat four or five meals a day at home. I have to eat one pound of beef for a midnight snack alone."

Speaking of this, he shook his head again: "If I hadn't been a little asset, I'd probably not be able to afford it."

Song Xiaofeng:...

I want to cry without tears!

He never thought that a cat could eat so much. He had eaten all his own supper and was not full.

In the end, Wu Lin gave the remaining small bowl to Ju Twenty-two before barely comforting the unfeeling eating machine.

In this way, Ju Twenty-Erdo still slapped Song Xiaofeng hard on the butt, then jumped from the chair to the ground, flew out of the restaurant gate like a cannonball, and went to the open space outside to play with it by yourself.
Chapter completed!