Ying Shao is a Girl

   Chapter 139 Don't suffer Laozi (6)

  Imer took a shower and changed his clothes.

   He got into the hotel kitchen.

   murmured a few words to the hotel chef.

   A look of surprise flashed across the chef's face, he looked up and down at Yimo for a few seconds, and then stared at Yimo's black face for a few seconds.

   This guest doesn't look very smart.

  Should I do the same?

   Alas, I'm so hard, I suffer from doubts that a cook should not have.

   In the end, Mr. Chef didn't ask much.

Customer is god.

  No matter what unreasonable demands of customers, we must satisfy them.

   This is the basic quality of our cooks.

   Seeing that the chef agreed, a satisfied look appeared on Yimo's face.

   This chef is really good.

  I admire him!

   Then, Yimo stepped out of the kitchen nonchalantly.

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   in the hall.

   Ying Junchu and Sak sat in front of each other, seriously discussing matters related to the Yimi platform.

  The fresh and refined Immer did not participate in their conversation, he painted walls and handed out flyers.

   Plus the sun exposure.

too tired.

   just want to slump in the chair.

  Standard Ge You lie down.

   Sack on the side glanced at Yimo.

   "Imer!"

  Imer sat up instantly.

  Sark rarely calls himself by his full name, only when there is something very important.

  Imer gave Sack a kind look.

  You want to scare your dad to death? How are you being an orphan?

   "Why?" Yimer said angrily.

   "Can you pay attention to your image? Put on your clothes!"

  It seems that Sack's obsessive-compulsive disorder has committed again.

  Imer looked down at his attire.

  Socks are different colors.

   Shirt buttons are misplaced.

   The coat was draped over his body crookedly.

   Diaosi's image appeared on the paper.

The    own image is in stark contrast to the neat sark.

   answered that sentence again.

  Sark's existence is to find himself unhappy.

  Imer gave Sack a kind look.

   "You don't need to be well-dressed for national first-level protection of waste."

   Then he collapsed again.

  Sark sighed and shook his head.

  This child is helpless.

   At this point, the dishes are ready.

   Serve in order.

  Imer's bored face finally flashed a light.

  After the dishes were finished, the chef was still standing by and had no intention of leaving.

   Mr. Chef gave Sack a meaningful look.

  Sark: ? ? ?

   There was a hint of embarrassment in the atmosphere.

   "Ahem, next is the 'You Are the Lucky One' campaign launched by our store!"

   Mr. Chef's serious nonsense.

   "This handsome gentleman, because you are the 999999th customer of our store, you can get a special prize from our store."

  Sark: ? ? ?

   still has a white question mark face.

   Can I refuse?

   A bad premonition flashed in my heart.

   Due to his own cultivation, Sark did not directly reject this gift.

   Mr. Chef personally served a dish.

  The tableware is exquisite and exquisite, and the dishes are placed properly.

only…

   What is this jet-black thing?

"what is this?"

   "Cough, this is a very famous local specialty - mosquito patty."

   Mr. Chef has a standard smile, revealing eight white teeth.

When   Sark heard it, his scalp immediately went numb.

   He has hyperphobia.

  Imo looks like a villain, and he is very unbeatable.

   Yingjun was expressionless at the beginning, silently eating his own meal.

   It's none of your business to hang up.

  Sark is not good to turn his face directly.

   asked Mr. Chef with a dark face: "Where is your boss?"

  How do you do things? Playing with customers like that?

   Do you still want to make money?

   "This customer, I'm the owner of the shop, do you have any questions?"

   Chef boss again gave a fake smirk.

  Sark took another look at Mr. Chef.

   What's wrong with this?

  You have accepted the identity that a cook should not have!

   "Okay, I received the prize, thank you for your hospitality."

   Sack suppressed the discomfort in his heart.

"have a good meal!"

   Mr. Chef just left.

   (end of this chapter)