Ying Shao is a Girl

Immo took a shower and changed clothes.

He got into the hotel kitchen.

I muttered a few words to the hotel chef.

A trace of surprise flashed across the chef's face. He looked at Yi Mo up and down for a few seconds, and then stared at Yi Mo's dark face for a few seconds.

This guest doesn't look very smart.

Should I follow suit?

Alas, it was so difficult for me. I suffered from doubts that a cook should not have.

In the end, Mr. Chef didn’t ask any more questions.

Customer is god.

No matter what unreasonable requirements our customers have, we will satisfy them.

This is the basic quality of our cooks.

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

This chef is really good.

I admire him!

Afterwards, Yimo walked out of the kitchen as if nothing had happened.

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in the hall.

Ying Junchu and Sak sat at attention, seriously discussing matters related to the Yimi platform.

The fresh and refined Yimo did not participate in their conversation. He was painting walls and handing out leaflets.

Plus the sun exposure.

too tired.

I just want to collapse in my chair.

Standard Ge You lying down.

Sack glanced at Immo.

"Imo!"

Yi Mo sat up in shock instantly.

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

Immo gave Sac a kind look.

Do you want to scare your dad to death? How about being an orphan?

"What?" Yi Mo said angrily.

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

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

Yi Mo glanced down at his attire.

The socks are different colors.

Shirt buttons misplaced.

The coat hung crookedly on his body.

The image of diaosi comes to life on the page.

His own image is in sharp contrast to the tidy Sack.

He answered that sentence again.

Sark's existence is to make himself unhappy.

Immo gave Sac a kind look.

“National first-level protected waste does not need to be well-dressed.”

Then he slumped back.

Sark sighed and shook his head.

This child is hopeless.

At this time, the food is ready.

Serve dishes in order.

A glimmer of light finally flashed across Yimo's bored face.

After the food was served, Mr. Chef was still standing by with no intention of leaving.

Mr. Chef gave Sac a meaningful look.

Sack:? ? ?

There was a hint of embarrassment in the atmosphere.

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

Mr. Chef was talking nonsense seriously.

"Handsome gentleman, because you are our 999999th customer, you can get a special prize from our store."

Sack:? ? ?

Still a white man with a question mark face.

Can I say no?

A bad premonition flashed through my heart.

Due to his own cultivation, Sack did not directly refuse the gift.

The chef himself brought a plate of food.

The tableware is exquisite and the dishes are well placed.

only…

What is this pitch black thing?

"What's this?"

"Ahem, this is a very famous local specialty - mosquito meat pie."

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

When Sak heard this, his scalp immediately went numb.

He has trypophobia.

Yi Mo looked like a villain who had succeeded and deserved a beating.

Ying Jun was expressionless at first and ate his food silently.

It doesn't matter if it's none of your business.

Sack couldn't help but fall out directly.

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

How do you do things? Are you kidding your customers like this?

Do you still want to make money?

"This guest, I am the owner of our store. Do you have any questions?"

The chef-owner gave another false smile.

Sack took another look at Mr. Chef.

What's wrong with this?

You have assumed an identity that a cook should not have!

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

Sac suppressed the discomfort in his heart.

"have a good meal!"

Mr. Chef then left.