A chef squeezed in front of me, hugged me as if nothing had happened, and said seriously:
"Forget it, it's not intentional. Get up and apply some saffron oil, and I'll help you stare. But after so many bowls, you have to spend at least 180 yuan."
I pushed the chef's hand hard and let it aside.
This man is probably crazy, so he wants to take advantage of me for 180 yuan, so that my Yin Yijie will know that he must be laughed to death.
This chef has been wandering in front of me many days. It is known to everyone in Sima Zhao. He dares to threaten me with 180 yuan, and he underestimates me too much.
Auntie, I
Even if you don’t have any backstage retreat, you won’t be suffocated to death by 180 yuan.
The chef immediately talked sarcastically to several other people about how serious this matter was. The foreman who brought me in was not very good-looking. When a few people said that, it was even more serious than the dream state I had hit my family.
I stood aside and watched the show, quietly waiting for the fat woman and the thin man to come in to deal with it.
I'm not afraid to escape, and a small part of this matter is my responsibility.
After a while, a shocking sound came from the front. If it weren't for natural disasters such as earthquakes and typhoons, it would have been man-made reasons such as fighting and demolishing the house. Moreover, the scale was very large, and I felt like I was going to demolish the house.
Everyone was stunned in the kitchen. The chef and the foreman went out and slipped back before they even reached the door. They said in fear:
"Five or six people, they really smashed things. The boss was held with a knife and was robbing money."
My brows moved, afraid that my brows would frown slightly. I remember asking him not to look for me again. Who would this be?
He, or is there someone else?
There was no way. When I saw that they were at a loss, it was obviously the first time I met them, so I thought to myself.
After half an hour, we were stunned and waiting. The thin man saw me and asked with a complicated look:
"Who are you?"
I lowered my head, obviously, the matter came to me.
Without answering the boss, I asked:
"What the hell is going on?"
The thin man sighed
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