The Evil Emperor Chasing His Wife: The Heaven-defying Little Demon Concubine

Chapter 113
The shopkeeper broke into a cold sweat and waved his hands again and again: "No, no, young master, I didn't mean that."

"That's not what you mean, what do you mean," Nan Lingge vowed not to give up.

The shopkeeper lowered his head, not knowing how to answer.

Seeing that the two were at a stalemate, Lan Yan got up to smooth things over and said, "Okay, the table can't fit, so I'm just adding another table, and the two tables can be merged together. Anyway, my master thinks that a table with eight people is not enough. Squeeze, the two tables merge just right."

All the tutors are full of black lines. In the past, there were eight people at a table. Why don't you think it's crowded, but now you have a local tyrant in your West College, and you have a thigh hug, so you start to dislike it.

"It seems to make sense," Nan Lingge nodded, and looked at the shopkeeper: "If you don't go down, do it!"

The shopkeeper nodded quickly, not daring to say anything more. After turning around, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and patted his chest again.

It's not that there have been no big people in Yunlai Inn before, but they didn't have any major problems when they waited for them. In contrast, they are not as bad-tempered as the one who came today, and they are not easy to serve. In less than an hour, the cold sweat was wiped off several times.

The shopkeeper said that he was tired of kindness, what to do if the shopkeeper didn't want to do this position.

After a while, the waiter brought another table over, and Bai Shaoqian and the others sat down. The originally crowded place became more spacious, and Lan Yan suddenly had the feeling of hugging Nan Lingge's thigh as a young master.

The efficiency of Yunlai Inn is good, and the dishes are served quickly.

Looking at the two tables full of dishes, Nan Lingge was slightly taken aback, no wonder the shopkeeper said that there was not enough room for one table.

"Wow, so many dishes," Bai Shaoqian exclaimed as he looked at the two tables of dishes.

Honghong punched Bai Shaoqian directly, and cursed in a low voice: "I'm not promising." In fact, she was also excited, but she was more... um... reserved.

The people from Beimo Academy looked at Nanlingge's table and compared it with their own table, and felt unbalanced. Why did they only have three dishes and one soup, while eight people from Waste West Academy could eat two full meals? table dishes.

All the freshmen looked at their instructors resentfully. They are also students of Beimo College, so they should not treat them differently.

They are not freshmen and don't think that the treatment of Western College is not as good as them. People are like this. When others live worse than them, they take it for granted, but when others surpass themselves, they feel unbalanced.

Right now, all new students are like this.

The mentors were stared at by the pair of resentful eyes, and a surge of anger surged in their hearts.

Instructor Lin Huo De stood up: "I paid for it myself, if you have the ability, you should do the same!"

The other mentors nodded.

The eyes of all the freshmen dimmed. It wasn't that they didn't lose money when they were at home, but they had never done anything like Nan Lingge to pull out a purse all at once.

And now that they are away from home, their money is limited. If they pretend to be aggressive all of a sudden and squander it all, then they say that their life in Beimo College will be very difficult in the future.

Seeing the current scene, Lan Yan, as a poisonous tongue, if he doesn't do something, it seems that he is too sorry for the most unique ability that this world bestows on him!

"Facial paralysis, you said that we definitely can't finish the dishes on these two tables, what should we do?" Lan Yan frowned and said in distress.

All the people were angry and showed off naked.

"Dump it!" Mo Jinlin glanced at Nan Lingge and spit out two words.

(End of this chapter)