Not to mention the portions of the seven or eight dishes, the large tray alone seemed to weigh several kilograms. Wang Mazi held it flat with one hand without spilling even a drop of soup. The strength of this arm alone showed that
This Wang Mazi is not a simple character either.
However, before I entered the town, I had already heard from Huzi that this Wang Mazi was the leader of the Hundred Beasts Sect, and he seemed to be somewhat related to me, so I wasn't surprised at all. Instead, I felt a sense of intimacy.
"Master Ma, there will be no benefit to you if I die. If nothing else, your expensive dishes will be sold for a few times less." Xiao Donghu suddenly seemed to be a different person, holding Wang Mazi's hand with a playful smile.
After taking down the tray, seven or eight dishes were placed on the table, and I grabbed my chopsticks and got ready to start.
Wang Mazi snorted coldly and said: "You think I am willing to do it? What's the difference between making such delicious food for you and feeding it to pigs? You can taste it. Stop talking nonsense. It's eight hundred together. Hurry up."
Give me the money. Also, after you finish eating, clean the table for me and get out of here. Don’t disturb my sweet dreams again.”
Fu Qingyong had just put a meatball in his mouth. When he heard the price, he was so frightened that he spat it out and said in surprise: "Eight hundred? Mr. Ma, you are robbing money! Isn't a dish usually only a few dollars?"
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Wang Mazi rolled his eyes strangely and said in a muffled voice: "That's the price you pay for it. If he eats it, it's just this price. It doesn't matter whether he likes it or not."
When I heard this, I thought, this guy is even more unreasonable than Xiao Donghu. He charges 800 for a few dishes and is not allowed to bargain. It seems that Xiao Donghu, who is such a prick, has someone who can deal with him.
Fu Qingyong wanted to speak, but Xiao Donghu stopped him and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, as many as Mr. Ma says." While talking, he took out his wallet, counted ten red bills and handed them to Wang Mazi and said: "
Mr. Ma, this is one thousand, no need to look for it, the remaining two hundred will be used as compensation for the bench."
Wang Mazi was not polite, stretched out his hand to take it, and said bitterly: "I guess you know the truth, remember, after you finish eating, clean the table, and don't bother me again in the future." After he finished counting, he stretched out his hand.
Stuffed it into a greasy pocket and ducked into the kitchen.
Fu Qingyong was stunned and couldn't figure out which song these two people were singing. Xiao Donghu looked extremely happy. Seeing Fu Qingyong's mouth wide open, he smiled and said: "Why are you so stunned? Eat it quickly."
Come on! Maybe it won’t be there later.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a voice came from outside the restaurant: "Brother Hu is still smart." Then like a whirlwind, a young boy of fifteen or sixteen years old came in. As soon as this boy entered the restaurant, he went straight to the dining table.
He sat down and without saying a word, picked up a pair of chopsticks and ate with his cheeks.
Xiao Donghu's hands were not slow, and as soon as he heard the voice of the young boy, he started to move, stuffing seven or eight meatballs into his mouth in a row, almost swallowing them whole.
And the boy's eating speed was even more astonishing. As soon as his butt touched the bench, he had already wiped out a plate of oiled mountain vegetables.
Only then did I understand why Wang Mazi said that there was no difference between feeding such delicious food to Xiao Donghu and feeding it to pigs. Daqing ate it wholeheartedly. I didn’t dare to hesitate anymore, and quickly picked up the chopsticks and started to use them, looking at Xiao Donghu.
The eating speed of Donghu and that boy, if they eat slower, there will be nothing left.
Lao Liu never lags behind others when it comes to eating, and Xiao Laojiao didn't dare to be polite when he was with the rest of us. The few of them kept silent and tried their best to move their chopsticks between the dish and their mouths, like a strong wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
In the meantime, seven or eight dishes had been completely wiped out, and even the bottom of the soup was gone.