Lin Kun carried the buns and walked to the kitchen. It was no joke. The other two waiters in the restaurant came over and tried to stop him. These two waiters were also young men in their early twenties. As a result, Lin Kun glared at them coldly, and the two of them were immediately stuck in place as if they were under a immobilizing spell.
Standing behind the bar was a middle-aged woman with a somewhat pretty appearance. Upon seeing this, the middle-aged woman did not come to stop Lin Kun, but quickly picked up the phone and made a call.
Bang!
Lin Kun kicked the door leading to the kitchen directly, and the wooden door was kicked open. The people inside were shocked and yelled: "Who doesn't understand the rules so much!"
Lin Kun opened the door curtain and walked in. At this time, everyone in the restaurant looked over. There were not many people in the restaurant. Almost everyone had traveled a long distance and wanted to eat something hot. Some of them were doing it for the first time. Some people who get tricked are just like the middle-aged man just now. They know it is a trick, but they have to jump in.
You can starve yourself while traveling long distances eating bread and ham, but it's not as good as eating steamed buns and rice.
The kitchen is not big, and there are four people working in it, two men and two women. I can’t tell how old the men are. One is as thin as a malnourished man, and the other is as fat as a water tank. It was hot in the kitchen. The two of them were shirtless and their faces were covered with oil and sweat. Lin Kun's brows immediately wrinkled. They were like this. When they were cooking, their sweat was still dripping in the dishes. Thinking of this He felt nauseous in his stomach, having just eaten a piece of it.
The other two women are both in their fifties and are cooks, and they don't talk much.
The person who was yelling at me just now was the fat cook. He had a fat face and a fierce look on his face. If he took a butcher knife and stopped at the vegetable market, he would definitely be a bully selling meat.
At this moment, he didn't have a butcher's knife in his hand, but he had a sharp kitchen knife. When he saw Lin Kun, he was slightly startled, and then he asked with a voice in his throat: "What do you do? You are the most important person in this kitchen." Did you come casually?"
Lin Kun smiled and looked at everything in the kitchen. It was pitch black and said, "What a bullshit kitchen. I think you guys have turned this kitchen into a garbage room."
"Are you looking for trouble!" The thin, malnourished cook also started shouting.
Lin Kun just glanced at him lightly and said: "You can stay cool wherever you can. I can knock several of you away with one punch."
"Oh shit!"
The thin man was obviously unhappy about being looked down upon. He threw the apron tied around his waist to the ground and walked towards Lin Kun with a straight step and a spoon in his hand.
Lin Kun frowned slightly, and when the thin man arrived, he swung the spoon down.
Lin Kun was really not used to his grandson's problems, so he lifted his foot up and kicked the thin man directly under his crotch. The force was not heavy, but it hurt.
"ah!"
The thin man howled miserably, covering his crotch, and the spoon clattered to the ground.
The fat man frowned, opened his big thick lips, and said angrily: "How dare you come to our place to cause trouble? You don't want to live anymore!"
Lin Kun held up the plate in his hand and asked, "Did you fry these kidney bean ribs?"
The fat man said: "I cook all the meat dishes, so what do you think? If you like it or not, you think this is your home. It's still an ordinary restaurant. There are such rules here!"
"rule?"
Lin Kun smiled and scolded unceremoniously: "You still talk to me about the rules in such a small broken place. Today I will tell you my rules." After saying that, he dragged the plate forward and found someone lying on the ground.
The thin man wanted to grab Lin Kun's feet. Lin Kun saw it from the corner of his eye and stepped on it with his foot.
"ah!"
The young man's hand was stepped on, and he screamed in pain.
"I'll fuck your motherfucker!"
The fat man swung the kitchen knife and struck directly at Lin Kun. The two elder sisters and aunts who were helping the cook were so frightened that they quickly jumped to the side. This was a murderous rhythm.
Lin Kun glanced lightly, and ducked to the side slightly. He just wanted to teach these irresponsible chefs a lesson, but did not want to cause any deaths. He grabbed the fat man's wrist holding the kitchen knife with one hand and squeezed hard...
…
Bang!
"ah……"
The fat man grinned widely, his wrist felt like it had been pinched off, and the kitchen knife in his hand fell to the ground. He turned around and swung his other fist at Lin Kun.
Against ordinary people, a big guy like him would be powerful and intimidating enough, but against Lin Kun, even if the two of him were tied together, they would only get beaten.
Lin Kun didn't give him a chance at all, and punched him in the armpit. It was sticky and disgusting. After the fat man received this blow, he screamed in pain again. He felt that his whole arm was weak, and he kept retreating with his arms drooped.
, looking at Lin Kun with fear.
"Give me all these to eat, or your mother won't even recognize you if I beat you today."
Lin Kun laughed, looking harmless to humans and animals, just like the big brother next door.
Of course he knew how unpalatable the food cooked by the fat man was. He glared at Lin Kun fiercely and said, "Do you know who the owner of this shop is?"
Lin Kun was unmoved, still smiling calmly, and said: "I don't care who he is, you either eat it right away, or I beat you until you don't even know your mother or grandmother."
"I……"
Snap!
Lin Kun slapped him with a loud mouth and cursed: "Do I have the time to waste time with you here? If I say one more word, it will be a slap in the face."
The fat man was so beaten that he was dizzy. He was not a fool. He finally recognized that the person in front of him was an absolute tough guy. After hesitating for a moment, he just stuffed the plate of half-cooked vegetables into his mouth, as well as the blood-streaked meat.
"Is it delicious?"
Lin Kun asked with a smile. The fat man put his head in his mouth with a sad face and said nothing.
Outside the kitchen, a circle of people had gathered to watch the fun. Not long after, someone outside shouted angrily: "Who is causing trouble in my shop!"
There are no curse words, which proves that the person who came here is quite educated, but it can also be understood that he did not know that his two cooks were beaten.
The crowd immediately moved aside, and a man in his forties walked in. He opened the kitchen door curtain and took a look. The expression on his face was suddenly startled, and then he became furious.
"Who the hell are you? How dare you hit one of my people!" The man yelled angrily at Lin Kun, turned around and shouted at the bar outside: "Osmanthus, call the police!"
The woman called Osmanthus did not make a call, but ran out. There were police officers in the service area, and they came back with two police officers not long after.
Lin Kun looked at the middle-aged man standing at the door. He had an ordinary build and appearance. He was dressed quite well. Half of the tattoos were exposed on his arms. He smiled and said, "I'll treat your chef to the food he cooked. No."