Age Fubao: Be a group pet in the cannon fodder home

Chapter 105 It's over, it's over
On this day, the business of the state-run restaurant was still lively. The customers who came late could not even squeeze the table, so they stood up and ate with their plates in their hands.

The waiter who served the food was sweating profusely, calling out the number, and occasionally rolled his eyes at those who were slow to respond.

This kind of situation will definitely be complained in future generations, but people today are used to it.

Xue Yuanhua in the back kitchen estimated the flow of people, roughly calculated the amount that fell into his pocket today, and was in a good mood.

Little girls like Mei Dandan are really rabbits who can't bite, but they dare not open their mouths for a few days after being frightened once.

Just when he was proud, there was a sudden scolding sound from the front.

"What kind of shit, I think my nose is dead? How dare you put it up when everything is smelly?"

With the sound of slapping the table, the plates and bowls on the table jumped up, and the people next to them also followed.

Song Qishan stood up and asked the people next to him: "You guys smell it yourself, do these dishes taste normal?"

It's okay not to say, but when it was said, everyone couldn't help picking up a chopstick dish, carefully putting it in front of their eyes, and sniffing it close to their noses.

Although Xue Yuanhua had laid down heavy material, some people felt that something was wrong after smelling it so carefully.

"There's something wrong, it was a little sour when I ate it just now."

"I thought this plate of mutton smelled like mutton. Why does it feel like it's broken?"

The waiter was sweating profusely, "Impossible, our state-run hotel won't do it."

Hearing the messy voice, Xue Yuanhua had no choice but to bite the bullet and open the curtain to come out, preemptively saying: "What's going on? You're here to make trouble, right? All the things I have here are delivered on the same day. I like to eat, but I don't want to eat it." Get out!"

The four characters of State-run Hotel are like a golden signboard, Xue Yuanhua's attitude is arrogant, and the diners who speak feel that there is something wrong with their sense of smell and tongue.

Song Qishan didn't like this, "Stop playing tricks on me, if you have the ability, let me go to the back kitchen to have a look, who knows if it won't be clean."

Xue Yuanhua sternly said: "What are you, and... hey, what are you doing?"

Before he finished speaking, Song Qishan was about to open the curtain of the back kitchen in a rampage. Before Xue Yuanhua could show off his muscles, he was stopped by Li Jing and Li Tiegang behind Song Qishan.

The three of them picked up their old business of collecting protection fees and being gangsters. Even Li Tiegang, who was honest and honest, seemed to threaten him: "What's wrong with taking a look? Are you a guilty conscience?"

In the crowded restaurant, the diners watched the farce silently, their eyes could not stop falling on the dangling curtains.

Xue Yuanhua struggled frantically, "Let go, let me go!"

Song Qishan's yelling suddenly came from inside, "Damn it, it's broken, come and smell it, there are countless fucking flies on it."

As soon as this remark came out, the rest of the diners couldn't sit still and walked in one after another.

Xue Yuanhua seemed to have been hit with a sap, and his whole body gradually softened.

The situation in the back kitchen was shocking, discolored meat was piled up in the dirty basin, emitting bursts of unpleasant smell.

There were even white maggots floating on the rancid blood, and the flies landed on the chopping board densely like a black cloud, buzzed away after being disturbed, and then circled and landed after a while.

"Uh!" Who knows who made the first retching sound, and then it sounded contagiously one after another.

I can't wait to vomit my stomach out of my throat.

The red hot peppers and peppercorns in the big iron pot are mixed in the boiling oil, and a spoonful sprinkled on the dishes is enough to cover most of the taste.

Xue Yuanhua's heart also seemed to be scalded by chili oil, and he collapsed on the ground as if he had no bones.

It's over, it's over.

There are quite a few people who come to the state-run restaurant to eat, and many of them have different identities.

When the news spread, what good fruit could Xue Yuanhua have?
　2022.2.22, I wish everyone good luck in pairs~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)