I use the fox fairy to suppress all ghosts

The scruffy Taoist priest pouted, seven of them were dissatisfied, eight of them were not angry, and looked like they were going to make trouble. The waiter took a look at the few of us, and his eyes stayed on Uncle Hu Zi, who had a rough face and a fierce face. Then he knew it was not easy to mess with, so he said politely: "This guest, there must have been no hair in the soup before. Our chefs are very careful. They always wear hats when cooking, so it is impossible for hair to fall into the soup bowl." Li, it’s really not good, shall I give you another bowl of soup?”

"What do you mean? You mean I'm trying to find fault, right? All right, go down quickly, call your manager over, and let him talk to me." The sloppy Taoist stared at him like a hooligan , he doesn't look like he's pretending at all.

The waiter took a look at the sloppy Taoist priest, then turned and left.

The few of us looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

The good show is about to begin, since we make a move, we must make Yang Tiangang tidy up.

The sloppy Taoist priest took a toothpick, bit it in his mouth, and hiccupped from time to time.

Uncle Hu Zi and I also ate a lot, we were full, and the rest was to exercise our muscles and bones, waiting for Yang Tiangang to come and trouble us.

No, we are here to trouble him.

After waiting for a few minutes, a middle-aged man came to the private room where we were.

This person has a sinister face, a wind-shaped face, a narrow forehead, not full, bushy eyebrows and raised eyebrows, and small eyes. At first glance, he is not a good person, and he must have been in prison.

Presumably this manager is one of those ex-prisoners that Yang Tiangang found.

This person was dressed like a dog, and there was a big gold chain hanging around his neck. As soon as he entered the door, he said with a smile: "Guys, the hospitality is not good. I am the manager of this restaurant. My friends call me a friend to save face." I called Brother Dog, I heard from the waiter just now, what's going on?"

The sloppy Taoist squinted at him, took out a toothpick from his mouth, and pointed to the bowl of soup in front of him: "There are hairs in this soup, and there are still a few hairs. Can you give me an explanation?"

Brother Gou took a serious look at the hair in a bowl of soup, and said with a fake smile: "My friend, the chefs in my restaurant all have short hair and bald heads. Your hair is so long, it doesn't match yours." Somewhat similar."

"What do you mean? You mean I put my hair in it myself? I'm bored, right? The chefs in your restaurant all have short hair, and the waiters and women? What do you say?" The sloppy Taoist stared. .

Brother Gou smiled and said: "My friends, don't worry about it, our hotel is also responsible for this matter, so let's do it, I will give you a [-]% discount on the food on your table today, what do you think?"

"No!" The sloppy Taoist vetoed it.

The smile on Brother Gou's face disappeared in an instant, and he stared at the sloppy Taoist priest: "Then what do you say?"

"Give me a free order, because you are a good dog, let's forget about it, can you not be a dog?" The sloppy Taoist patted Brother Gou on the head.

Brother Gou dodged subconsciously, and his eyes suddenly became more fierce: "Dude, isn't it too much?"

"Do you think it's too much? I think it's normal." The sloppy Taoist looked at Brother Gou contemptuously.

"That's okay, today's table is free, you can pay for the remaining 20 or so tables." Brother Gou said with suppressed anger.

"Gouzi, do you have bad ears? What I mean by free is that all the more than 20 tables are free today." The sloppy Taoist said unceremoniously.

"My friend, are you kidding me? Your table of wine and food is at least tens of thousands, and more than 20 tables are worth more than 20. You want us to give you a free order?" Brother Gou said in disbelief.

"That's right, you finally figured it out this time." The sloppy Taoist laughed.

"I'm afraid you don't know who opened the restaurant with you?" Brother Gou said gloomyly.

"I don't care what kind of dog opened the restaurant, I'm going to eat free food today, even Jesus can't stop me, I said it!" The sloppy Taoist's face sank immediately.

"Good boy, you are really kind. I'm going to leave it here today. You can't afford to pay for more than 20 tables of wine and food. Otherwise, you will never walk out of this door standing up!"

Brother Gou stretched out a finger and pointed at the sloppy Taoist priest's nose...

Maybe Brother Gou thought this pose was very handsome, and then regretted it.

Because the sloppy Taoist grabbed his finger, pulled it, and there was a sound of bone breaking next to his ear, and then the sloppy Taoist kicked brother Gou directly on the chest, kicking him out of the house. outside.

Brother Gou's finger must have been broken, he howled in pain, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

After struggling to get up from the ground, he yelled downstairs: "Shut the door for me! No one in this private room can be let go!"

Brother Gou is really annoyed.

This is the effect we want.

After Brother Gou yelled this sentence, he heard the sound of closing the door downstairs, and then there was a burst of footsteps running towards us.

Not long after, I saw Brother Gou bringing seven or eight men to the private room where we were.

There were seven or eight people holding iron bars and machetes in their hands.

There was a shirtless brawny man with skin shrimp tattoos on his body, who yelled as soon as he entered the door: "Brother Dog, are they making trouble in our restaurant?"

"It's just the three of them. They ordered more than 20 tables of banquets. Now they want to eat Bawang's meal, and they broke my finger. Today, they will beat me hard. I will be blamed for killing me!" Brother Gou said, copying He picked up a bench beside him, held it up high, and was about to smash it towards us.

The moment he hadn't thrown the stool out, I had already picked up a plate, swung it violently, and hit that dog brother in the face.

Brother Gou's face, which was not very good-looking, immediately made me disfigure him, and the smashed nose spurted blood.

He let out another howl, clutching his nose and falling to the ground.

"Call me!"

With a greeting, the group of people all rushed towards us.

There is no need for me and the sloppy Taoist priest to take action on this matter, please invite the double bonus red stick to appear on the stage.

Without our greeting, Uncle Huzi let out a roar, and directly knocked the dining table in front of us into the air.

The pots and pans were flying all over the sky, knocking seven or eight people who rushed over on their backs.

The slovenly Taoist priest was still holding chopsticks in his hand and was about to eat the stir-fried kidney, when the table was blown away by Uncle Hu Zi.

"Uncle Hu Zi, can you wait until I finish eating this meal before you lift the table?" The sloppy Taoist said very depressed.