"Give me five hundred!"
Xue Ping looked bewildered at this older gentleman, "Bro, can you really finish that? Although there's no limit today, we can't waste food!"
Gao Hong chuckled coldly, "I have a lot of people, five hundred!"
A full hundred skewers, Yang Wenhua and his two colleagues were sweating profusely, busy skewering, only to have them all disappear in the blink of an eye.
Gao Hong's actions immediately caused dissatisfaction among the customers behind him because with these five hundred skewers gone, there wasn't much left in the basin.
At that moment.
Chen Mo next door suddenly shouted, "Bring on the shrimp!"
He could be seen grabbing the pot handles with both hands, carrying a large iron pot and rushing over, scaring the customers in line to quickly make way, for fear of scalding the boss.
If Boss Xiao Chen got burned, who would cook the shrimp for them?
Gurgle gurgle~
