The Legend of Mortal Killing Immortals

Chapter 2 Fry this book!
The weird guest looked around, then picked up the dirty menu from the table, threw it in front of the boss and said, "Fry this one!"

The boss was taken aback for a moment, then rubbed his hands with a smile and said: "Boss, although our small shop is not big, we can cook quite a few dishes, and there are eighty dishes on the menu. Are you afraid you won’t be able to eat by yourself?”

"Damn! I said one book is one book. I have money, isn't it enough? Can I eat one plate and throw ten plates? Can you control it?" The strange guest was obviously a little unhappy, and patted the dozen. Zi Qianqian yelled.

"Okay! I'm talking too much, you're right! I'm going to serve the food!" The boss didn't dare to offend the rich master, so he entered the back kitchen with a smile on his face, and then muttered, "Damn! Seeing that he is just an upstart, seeing how active he is, I guess [-]% don’t even know his last name!”

"What's wrong, boss?" Zao Wou-ki, who has been busy in the back kitchen, asked wonderingly what happened.

"Why so much nonsense? Serve the food! Get some simple cold dishes on the table first, don't keep the guests waiting!" The boss took his anger out on Zhao Wuji and shouted while pinching his waist.

Zhao Wuji was wondering, when suddenly the voice of the customer outside came: "By the way, bring me all the best wine in your store, and let the kid in the back kitchen come out to eat and drink with me!"

"Ah? Me?" Zhao Wou-ki pointed at himself in surprise, and the boss also looked at Zhao Wou-ki in shock.

"Hurry up, hurry up, or I won't be eating here!" The customer was obviously very impatient.

"He made this request, then you go! Don't offend the God of Wealth!" The boss sighed, waved his hand to signal Zhao Wou-ki to go out, and then muttered wonderingly: "It's strange, he didn't enter the back kitchen again, How do you know that there is a child in the back kitchen?"

Zhao Wou-ki walked out of the back kitchen in a daze, and looked around for a long time. In the whole store, there was only one strangely dressed customer with his legs crossed.

He thought about it for a long time, but he didn't realize that he knew such a rich person. Looking at the thick dozen banknotes on the table, at least half a year's salary would be worth his salary, right?

"Sir, do you know me?" Zhao Wuji walked over and asked politely.

The guest suddenly raised his head, then grinned, showing his big gold teeth, and smiled at Zhao Wuji: "Boy, let's meet again!"

(End of this chapter)