The incident first happened at noon on a certain day.

At this midday meal, business was very good as usual in the store. The hall was full of diners, and half of the private rooms upstairs were occupied.

But at this moment, suddenly there was a table of guests in the hall, and they yelled loudly and cursed: "Waiter! Where is the waiter from Ma Ma? Call your boss over!"

A yell made everyone in the lobby look this way.

It was three guys who had just yelled for mercy. When they saw everyone looking at them, instead of confronting them, they shouted again, as if their purpose was to attract everyone's attention.

"Girl, what kind of service is this? I'm half-empty! Waiter!"

Seeing that the three of them did not look like they had drunk too much, Zhang Shouhai and Lu Weihong looked at each other and nodded slightly. Lu Weihong stopped the waiter who wanted to pass, and Zhang Shouhai went over to handle it.

Zhang Shouhai came to the table of three people in a few steps, with a smile on his face, and said with cupped hands: "I am the manager of the store, what do you guys dislike?"

It's not hard to tell that the three guys look good, but the temperament on their faces tells everyone that they are not good people.

The leader was a young man with a monk's hair and a flat nose.

He sat on a chair with one foot on the chair, tilted his head and tilted his head, pointed at the plate with chopsticks in his hand, and said loudly with a half-smile: "You old man is the manager? How many of our brothers are cooking?"

There are flies in the food, what should you do!"

"Ouch!"

After the other guests in the lobby heard this, a buzzing discussion immediately began.

Zhang Shouhai glanced left and right, then turned to look at the young man who was speaking again.

Although there was still a smile on his face, there was a hint of something else in that smile.

"Oh, this is a mistake in the store, which makes your meal unpleasant. I'll exchange it for you. What do you think?"

"How about it?"

The young man slapped his chopsticks on the table with a 'pop' sound. He sat upright, tilted his head and raised his chin, and said with a sideways glance, "Not so good! Do you just want to let this matter go?"

"Oh? How do you plan to handle this matter? You have the final say on this matter. Is it OK for me to listen to you?"

"This is yours!" The young man rolled his eyes and said, "This meal doesn't count, and our brothers are not unreasonable people. Just give us a gift and an apology."

"Thank you for your understanding! On behalf of the store, I apologize to you three. This matter is a mistake in our work. You three, please don't take it seriously. I'm sorry!"

The young man stood up and nodded with satisfaction, greeted the other two people, and left the mausoleum with his head raised as the people around him watched.

As soon as a few people left, Yang Xingsheng, who was supervising the work in the back kitchen, came to the lobby after hearing the news.

Just now, Lu Weihong was afraid that the young people would cause trouble and start a fight again, so she asked a waiter to go to the back and notify Yang Xingsheng to come over.

Logically, there is a yard less than three meters between the back kitchen and the front.

With Yang Xingsheng's foot strength, he could come over in three or two steps.

The reason why he came a few steps late was mainly because the waiter who had just delivered the message was too anxious to hold back his voice, allowing everyone in the kitchen to hear it.

In order to stabilize the cooks who were holding the frying spoons, Yang Xingsheng scolded them a few times and wasted no time, so he didn't rush over immediately.

After calling Zhang Shouhai over who was watching the people leave after finishing the matter, Yang Xingsheng knew the cause of the matter.

Which restaurant owner has never encountered this kind of thing since ancient times? It is not a rare thing.

Wenquan has been open for more than two years and I only encountered it for the first time today. It is considered very lucky.

"I heard that those people's accents are not from the locals. They seem to be from the south. They must have come to the capital to visit and have a meal." Zhang Shouhai recalled the details and briefly analyzed a few sentences.

Compared with him, Yang Xingsheng is not so optimistic, "I always feel something is wrong. I hope my feeling is wrong."

In the end, Yang Xingsheng's feeling was really right. During dinner, the young man came again at noon!

This time there were not only the three people who came at noon, but also four or five other young people.

As soon as he entered the store, he immediately started shouting: "Where is your old manager? Brother, I brought a few more brothers over to cheer you up!"

Zhang Shouhai felt a pain in his head and signaled Lu Weihong to send someone behind to invite Yang Xingsheng. He greeted him with a smile, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for supporting me! Please come upstairs!"

Unexpectedly, the young man in the lead waved his hand and said loudly: "What kind of upstairs are we going to! Eating is only when there are many people there, and when there are many people, we are happy when there are many people eating. Today we will eat in the hall!"

"Yes, the atmosphere is great when eating here!" "There are so many people and it's so boring to eat in a private room with a closed door."

The young people behind him all echoed.

Seeing that these few people could not directly understand that "we are here to cause trouble," Zhang Shouhai could only temporarily find ways to deal with them, and helplessly arranged them to an inconspicuous position in the hall.

Unexpectedly, before he could lead the way, several people went straight to the most conspicuous position and sat down, "Come on, old man, serve all the dishes in your store and bring out the Maotai. I want to treat you well today."

Some brothers!"

"You may not know that many dishes on the broadcast must be ordered in advance, because it takes a day or two just to prepare..."

Before Zhang Shouhai could finish, the young man's face darkened and he squinted his eyes and said, "What's the matter? You look down on our brothers, don't you?

This noon, I saw that you old man was so polite and well-behaved, so I brought someone over to cheer you up in the evening. Don’t be so young and don’t understand anything at all!

Go and serve me some food! If one of the dishes is missing today, I will destroy your shop!"

"Oh, you smash it, smash it now, let me see who dares to do it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Xingsheng walked over from the kitchen with a dark face and stood directly in front of the group, staring at them with his hands behind his back.

Behind him are chefs and apprentices holding various jobs.

By this time, the guests eating in the lobby had already left and some were hiding to one side. The atmosphere was very scary.

The young man didn't expect that Yang Xingsheng actually dared to challenge him directly, and looking at the person holding the dick behind him, he felt a little nervous.

He was about to be tough and bet that Yang Xingsheng didn't dare to make a move, but his younger brother pulled his sleeves and said, "Brother, you can't make a move. I just saw a person in their store run out. Looking in the direction, it should be the police box over there."

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Hearing my brother's words, the young man gave up his thoughts, stared at Yang Xingsheng, and said rudely: "Old man, you are lucky now! Let's see what happens next! Let's go!"

With a wave of his hand, he and the other young people who followed him quickly left the mausoleum.

Yang Xingsheng raised his hand to stop the guy who wanted to chase him, and watched the group leave.
Chapter completed!