Is There Something Wrong with You, Lord?

   Chapter 304 Is your sauce meat authentic?

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

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

  The waiter didn't say anything sarcastic or disdainful, and served the food normally. After all, the 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 people who don’t know who jumped 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 will have this kind of treatment, Qin Muye has none at present, Ji Shan has never met him, and his Son of Destiny has no mocking 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 in his tone.

   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."

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

   "I'm very healthy and strong, thanks to your reminder, Mr. Ji, or I'll 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, but he only knew that he came back to thank him afterward, and he rejected the valuable things he sent, so he only kept some rice, noodles, grain and oil.

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

   "Have you eaten? If not, 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, eat, I'll invite you for this meal. When I'm done with my work, I'll set a table and thank you, Mr. Ji."

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

   "I can't help it, how can we both eat so much, forget it, forget it." Qin Muye naturally shied away.

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

   "Dad, do you know that person?" Himeyama 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 he 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, and even the ten-digit number didn't blink, 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 seal hall is black, and he looks like a **** disaster. Why don't you give him a hand in the face of this table of rice." 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 turned 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 couldn't help being frightened, what kind of thing is this, can a fake come true?

   "Why don't I go take a look?" Himeyama 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.

   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, and it seemed that everything was calm.

   But he was keenly aware of the changes around him.

Although    was not aimed at 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 pull this plate of sauced pork, 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 vision of the underworld in front of him, I don't know when it has shifted to the lower Yellow Springs, 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    had already started to use 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 caught 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 okay, 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. .

   "I'm the most disciplined person. I only get one share." Qin Muye said solemnly.

   In his eyes, the waiter had a stiff face and was blue all over, and his soul was not his appearance, but a skinned weasel, with resentment and unwillingness flashing in his expression.

   This weasel is naturally not the culprit behind the scenes, but 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 did not expect that Jishan had just left, and he would have trouble with his hind legs without the Son of Destiny.

   is 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." That ghost slave ghost didn't expect Qin Muye to be so nonsense, and he still obeyed the rules, and others couldn't want more.

   "Sir, 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 to look, the other party was wearing the clothes of the lobby manager, and it didn't matter what he looked like. What really made Qin Muye care about was that he was actually a person.

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

   The maliciousness towards him was almost overflowing in the other party's emotions. It seemed that he was dissatisfied with Qin Muye's refusal to eat, 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 was in a desperate situation, Qin Muye was different. He was the villain. Even if he sat here and let the opponent fight, they couldn't break his shield, let alone his defense.

   Seeing that Qin Muye was like a hobhead, this woman was also angry, but she was also a little puzzled, how could an ordinary person resist this temptation and even keep calm.

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

   Such an obvious anomaly cannot be attributed to luck.

   "Since that's the case, then don't disturb Mr. dinner." The woman finally didn't dare to start, 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 extracurricular troubles. If it's all right, it's fine. If it really goes out, she'll be the one to blame, so naturally she has to be careful.

   (end of this chapter)