Quick Transmigration Counterattack: Mysterious Boss, Don’t Tease

After an hour, the whole utility room was completely renewed.

Bei Yu Yan looked at the sky and walked downstairs. There are already many people sitting in the hall. Wang Xiaoyu is busy running around in the kitchen and lobby.

The northern rain rushed to the window of the dish, saw the dish of the pot, took a look at the list, and sent it to the fifth table.

When Wang Xiaoyu saw her send it, she quickly shouted: "Wait, do you know that this is a few tables?"

"Know, table number five. There is a note on the list."

Wang Xiaoyu looked at the same, there was nothing wrong, he nodded and said, "Let's go."

The boss looked at the busy figure of Bei Yu, very satisfied.

The little girl is very smart and quick to get started.

Wait until dinner time, come to the store to eat more and more, the entire hall is full. The business of Xingxin Hotel is the best in the vicinity, and it is very famous in this area.

When I was proofing at night, it was already around 8pm, and there were no people on the street.

In the evening, the proprietress praised the performance of the Northern Rain in front of everyone.

On a busy day, lying on this familiar bed, watching the night outside the small window, fell asleep. The work of Xingxin Hotel is very simple. There is no work before the morning. It is enough to go to the store at 10 o'clock.

On the second day of the Northern Rain, I went out early in the morning.

Follow the direction in memory and find the room that has been holding her for years. She did not go upstairs, but stood in a corner and stared at the innermost room in the second floor.

Bei Yu Yan took a look at the time, he should go out. Sure enough, the door was opened, and a burly, dark-skinned man walked out of the house, holding a cigarette in his mouth, his hands in his pockets, and hanging down the floor.

The people I met on the road, as soon as I saw him, all let go.

Bei Yu Yan stared at him tightly.

Bei Yusong followed the road and saw Zhao Xiong. He went to an early street vendor and sat down and shouted loudly.

"Dead old man, hurry to eat, old rules."

The stall owner is a pair of old couples who are over half a year old. The old man sees Zhao Xiong and his face changes.

"Zhao Xiong, you will give the money first, or will you pay off the previous account. Otherwise, I want to let you eat it again." The old man said with a calm face.

Zhao Xiong fiercely patted the table, squatting from the ground and standing up, kicking the small table stool directly, and said with a fierce look: "Mom, I will come to you to eat, that is to give you face. Old and immortal Don't toast, don't eat and drink fine wine. Believe it or not, I will let you not go down this street."

The old man is so angry that he wants to go forward with his theory and be surrounded by his wife.

"Don't care about him."

The old woman was forced to eat on the table.

Zhao Xiongyi saw the bowl of porridge on the table and took a table. "What is the use of a bowl of porridge, and then five buns."

Bei Yuying saw a lot of people standing around, but none of these people came forward to help, even the people who only ate on the stalls, hurriedly left when they saw Zhao Xiong coming.

"This Zhao Xiong is really not a thing, come over and eat white every day."

"Who said no, poor Lao Zhang and his wife."

"You whisper, don't let Zhao Xiong hear it, or you have to beat you half." Someone reminded.

When others heard it, they closed their mouths and apparently were afraid of Zhao Xiong.