Is There Something Wrong with You, Lord?

The dishes will be served soon. Although the decoration style of this Qingyun Residence looks very high-end, it is suitable for all ages, and the price is suitable for the people and luxury.

This portion is also a lot, just because there are only two people, so there are not many orders, just two vegetarian and one meat.

The waiter didn't speak sarcasm or disdain. It was normal to serve food. After all, waiters were busy too.

It's dinner time, and there are a lot of people who come here to eat. There will be no yin and yang to say that you order less or that it's cheap. All comers are customers. If you really want to be so mindless, the damage will be the shop reputation.

As for someone who is unknown jumping out to ridicule, it's even more impossible. Everyone doesn't know each other, or they go out to dinner with friends or family. Even if they notice other people, they are just chatting. .

There may be unqualified people, but they cannot be everywhere.

Only the protagonist would have this kind of treatment, Qin Muye had none at present, Ji Shan had never met him, and his Son of Destiny had no sarcasm halo.

The two were eating when suddenly someone came over.

"It's really you, Mr. Ji, I thought I'd recognized the wrong person." A middle-aged man with a pot belly was surprised.

Ji Shan glanced at the middle-aged man with some doubts, who seemed to know his father.

Qin Muye recalled: "Oh~ it's you, how is your mother recently." Remember the URL

Hearing this, Ji Shan had a black line on his head, and it seemed that there was no problem with the words, but it was a little bad to greet his mother when he opened his mouth.

"I'm very healthy and strong, thanks to your reminder, Mr. Ji, or I will regret it in my life." The middle-aged man said with some familiarity.

Qin Muye actually didn't know the name of the other party. He only knew that he came back and thanked him afterwards. He rejected the valuable things he sent, and only kept some rice, noodles, grain and oil.

Even came to take the money and confiscated, so the other party was very impressed with himself.

"Have you eaten? If you haven't, let's have some together?" Qin Muye said politely.

"After eating, don't disturb Mr. Ji. I still have something to do. Waiter, come here and put some of your signs on the 27th table." The middle-aged man saw that Qin Muye was eating a little shabby, and then When I thought about my previous actions, I couldn't help but feel respect.

"Mr. Ji, you eat, I'll invite you this meal. When I'm done with my work, I will definitely set up a table to thank you, Mr. Ji."

This amount of money is simply a drizzle for middle-aged people.

"It's impossible, how can we both eat so much, forget it, forget it." Qin Muye naturally shied away.

However, the middle-aged man persisted for a while and finally bought the order.

"Dad, do you know that person?" Ji Shan asked.

"If it wasn't for the familiar voice of a client I've met once, I wouldn't have recognized him." What Qin Muye said was true. Back then, the other party was quite handsome, but now he looks like a greasy middle-aged man. Overwhelmed by life.

But fortunately, it seems that the family has a successful family business, otherwise it would be impossible to invite Qin Muye to dinner, and this table would cost four figures.

In the past, Qin Muye didn't mention the four-digit number, even the ten-digit number without blinking, but now it's different, as long as he can put a hundred in his arms and not lose it, it is considered a huge sum of money.

"It's quite enthusiastic. It seems that your level of flickering has always been very high, Dad." Ji Shan said.

"I don't call it flickering, I call it psychological counseling, but his Yintang is black, and he looks like a bloody disaster. Why don't you give him a hand for the sake of this table?" Qin Muye said slowly.

"..." Ji Shan felt that his father was acting like a ghost again, and he couldn't even see how the other party's Yintang was turning black?

He couldn't help reviewing the contents of the "Book of Changes" in his mind, and comparing the appearance of middle-aged people, it seemed that it really matched the characteristics of Yintang's darkening.

Then I was terrified,

What kind of thing is this, can it be true?

"Why don't I go take a look?" Ji Shan hesitated and said.

He couldn't let Qin Muye go there, so he wouldn't be relieved.

"If you want to see it, just go and have a look. It's not a big deal. If someone invites us to a meal, then just pull the other party." Qin Muye picked up a green vegetable and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Okay, then you stay here and don't walk around, I'll be back soon." Ji Shan ordered, and then left in a hurry.

It seems to want to verify the content of the "Book of Changes".

On the other hand, Qin Muye put down his chopsticks with no expression at all: "Green vegetables are not very good."

Empty eyes glanced around through the sunglasses, as if everything was calm.

But he was keenly aware of the changes around him.

Although he didn't come for him, he was also involved in it. This is the pitiful nature of temporary skills, and he always wanted to put him in the vortex of trouble.

"Sir, today is the 10th anniversary of our restaurant, and I'll give you a plate of sauced pork." The waiter came over with a plate of sauced pork and put it on his table.

Every table has guests, not just him.

Qin Muye used his chopsticks to grab this plate of sauced meat, which was rare in terms of appearance and smell.

"This sauce is very good, but the meat seems to be similar to the ones floating in front of me." Qin Muye said in a low voice.

In the underworld vision in front of him, I don't know when it has shifted to Huangquan Low, and the corpses swelled into giants, twisted and bloated.

More importantly, he stared at Qin Muye with wide eyes, his eyes moved with Qin Muye's chopsticks, and a large number of fine strands of hair fluttered like water snakes.

The people around were already using chopsticks, and they all ate their mouths full of sauce, but Qin Muye, who didn't eat, seemed to stand out from the crowd.

This naturally attracted the attention of others, and soon a waiter came over and asked, "Sir, is our special sauce pork not delicious? You haven't moved your chopsticks."

"It's alright, but I have to wait for my son to come back to eat together, don't you mind?" Qin Muye said casually for a reason.

"Of course I don't mind, but our sauce meat is the most delicious right now. Otherwise, when your son comes back, I'll give you an extra one." Whether it's his demeanor or language, the waiter can't tell that it's a different person. .

"As a person, I'm the most disciplined, and I'll pay for what I say." Qin Muye said solemnly.

In his eyes, the waiter's face was stiff and his whole body was blue, and his soul was not his appearance, but a skinned weasel, with resentment and unwillingness flashing in his expression.

Naturally, this weasel is not the culprit behind the scenes, but it is just a ghost that has been refined into a ghost slave. He is instructed by others and may take the blame in the future.

Qin Muye also didn't expect that Jishan had just left, and he would have trouble with his hind legs without the Son of Destiny.

It's really interesting, it seems that the talent of the Son of Destiny still has a suppressing effect on his own five shortcomings and three shortcomings.

"Or...you eat first, I..." The ghost slave ghost didn't expect Qin Muye to be so nonsense, he still obeyed the rules, and others couldn't want more.

"This gentleman, please forgive me for the poor reception. If you don't eat it, you will be cold. I think your son is so filial, he wouldn't want to see this." A woman's voice came.

Qin Muye turned his head and saw that the other party was wearing the clothes of the lobby manager. It didn't matter what he looked like. What really caught Qin Muye's attention was that he was actually a person.

Well, still a practitioner, but definitely not an official practitioner.

The maliciousness towards him was almost overflowing from the other party's emotions, and it seemed that he was dissatisfied with why Qin Muye didn't eat it, causing such trouble for nothing.

"Oh, then I don't want it anymore." Qin Muye said that he would be deadlocked anyway.

If the normal protagonist is in a desperate situation, Qin Muye is different. He is the villain. He just sits here and lets the opponent fight. They can't break his shield, let alone defense.

Seeing that Qin Muye was like a hobhead, this woman's teeth were itching with anger, but she also had some doubts in her heart, how could an ordinary person resist this temptation and even keep calm.

So he didn't dare to act rashly, in case he was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

Such an obvious anomaly cannot be attributed to luck.

"If that's the case, then don't disturb Mr. dinner." The woman finally didn't dare to do anything, but gave the ghost slave and ghost a look, motioning to stay away from the other party and wait for her to report.

She is also afraid of unforeseen problems. If it's all right, it's fine. If it really goes out, she will be blamed, so naturally she has to be careful.