Chapter 292: You can tell she's an old maid at a glance
Somewhat puzzled, he muttered to Fang Zijie in a low voice: "How come I find that I am even hungrier after drinking this tea? And I am still very, very hungry."
Fang Zijie couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Um, I forgot to tell you, drinking tea has an appetizing effect."
"What?" Bai Tang's heart was completely cold.
Fortunately, the waiter has brought the dishes to the table one by one.
He smiled and said, "Please use it slowly."
Bai Tang hurriedly picked up the chopsticks in the paper box and took them out one by one.
He started eating like a wolf and a tiger.
Completely disregarding any image.
While holding the fried squid tentacles, he put it into his mouth and said, "Fang Zijie, the fried squid tentacles are very good. You can eat it."
The tone was extremely polite.
"Thank you, I'll do it myself." Seeing how hungry she was eating, Fang Zijie shook his head speechlessly, pursed his lips, and smiled.
The two of them looked exactly opposite at the moment, one was as wolf-like as a tiger, the other was gentle and elegant.
When a waitress waiting not far away saw this, she couldn't help but become infatuated.
He clasped his hands together tightly, holding them on his chest, with peach blossoms in his eyes, looking at Fang Zijie like a nymphomaniac.
Look at his sexy thin lips that open and close.
She couldn't help but close her eyes and began to imagine kissing him.
Perhaps because she was too addicted, her big lips, which were already as thick as ham sausage, began to tremble uncontrollably.
The sexy ham is slightly protruding, like a chicken butt.
It makes people shiver all over.
Suddenly, a strong hand slapped her on the shoulder, breaking her beautiful dream.
She was so shocked that her whole body trembled, and her buttocks were quickly retracted.
Looking at the store manager who suddenly appeared in front of him with a horrified face, he dragged out, "Manager, what are you doing?"
After saying this, the waitress immediately regretted it and had the urge to slap herself hard.
He hurriedly lowered his head and said to himself, dripping with sweat: This is the end!
I was so scared that I didn't even dare to raise my head or fart.
He is about 40 years old, wears a pair of mirrorless rimmed glasses, has a high cock hair style, and wears a black professional short skirt. One look at this outfit, you can guess this.
She is a veritable spinster and leftover woman.
I saw her adjusting her glasses and shouting loudly: "I still want to ask you? If you don't work seriously at work, what evil thoughts are you doing? It's not shameful. If you want to be mean, just go home and do it.
This is a place to work, not a place for you to be a bitch, you are such a good-for-nothing guy."
The waiter had already expected such a result, always lowering his head, bowing and nodding, "Manager, what you are saying is that I shouldn't be a bitch, I shouldn't be deserting, and I shouldn't be looking at handsome guys during working hours.
Crazy."
"Hmph, I know you're a bitch. If you dare to do it again, get out of here immediately." The store manager said in a vicious tone, completely ignoring the customers who were still dining.
Because she was so excited, she spitted all over the waitress' face.
After the rooster-head store manager left with his head held high.
Then I saw the waitress carefully wiping the spit that had been splashed all over her face, feeling like she was unlucky.
When the store manager was scolding the waitress just now,