Of course, the people at the table also deliberately lowered their voices a little.

"Someone at that table is sitting down!"

"Isn't that location open to the public?!"

"It must be an unusual identity!"

"Hmph, no matter how ordinary, where will you be prominent......"

"Yes, ...... Emperor"

"Shh......h

Mu Qingyang listened, listened, and his eyes couldn't help but gradually widen.

She raised her eyes and looked at Hua Lang on the side, his internal strength was deeper than herself, presumably he should have heard all the words said by those people.

But he was calm and calm, picked up the hot tea that had been prepared on the table, poured a cup, and handed it to Mu Qingyang.

Well, compared to this Hualang's calmness, how can he be so "fuss"!

"Let's order first. Mu Qingyang said, as if he hadn't seen the recipe.

"No, what each guest eats here is determined by the host here. ”

Hanalang said casually.

"......" Mu Qingyang was thundered again.

If they do business like this, then they will do whatever they buy here, and the customers will eat what they want, and there will really be no wasted ingredients......

However, if you want to say that the guests here are wearing silk and satin one by one, they should all look like people with some status, how can they be so obedient?

Also, where they are sitting now, what is the meaning of "not welcoming guests"?!

Xiaohuahua can't be the owner here, right?

Mu Qingyang bit the water glass, stared at Hua Lang's face with a pair of big eyes, and his mind began to think.

"Not me. As if he had seen through Mu Qingyang's thoughts, Hua Lang was indifferent.

"Hehe......" Mu Qing smiled wryly, could it be that he had the answer written on his face?

However, their treatment here is nothing short of ......

Otherwise, the owner of this restaurant is Mu Xuelun!

Mu Qingyang thought silently in his heart, and couldn't help but pout his mouth a little.

"It's not King Chen. He suddenly grinned.

Hearing Hua Lang's voice again, Mu Qingyang almost squirted out the tea in his mouth.

She subconsciously lowered her head, no longer letting Hua Lang see the expression on her face.

"It's not like you know how to read minds, you know what to think, it's really boring. She muttered a little.

……

When the dishes on the table were served, Mu Qingyang completely overturned his previous idea that the owner here would do business and buy what to do.

Looking at those dishes, even she couldn't believe it, although none of the dishes she ordered!

What a coincidence!

Belch......

Where are there so many coincidences, could it be that the master of this place is a master who can know the past of man, a prophet, can ......

With the sound of that sound, one of Mu Qingyang's hands was already gently patted on his head.

I'm thinking about something again, where are there so many masters!

Maybe it's just that I'm not a picky eater!

Look, where is there, that pot of wine, isn't it the best proof that I obviously don't drink.

But when Hanaro opened the pot and poured the contents into the cup.

"Milk!!" Mu Qingyang was surprised, wishing that he was kneeling for the master here!

What "prophets" and "masters" that were still in my mind just now were immediately swept away!

This is simply a "fairy"!

My own taste preferences are now carefully viewed, and the dishes on this table have been vividly reflected.

Isn't his master a "fairy"? When you think of Mingyue, there must be other "immortals" as well.