The male chef listened to another young man explain to the eight women, the male chef couldn't help frowning, seeing that this girl still had a look of nothing wrong with himself, but he deliberately did not seem to be in a hurry, his waist was not bent, his brows were not wrinkled, and he stood with a calm appearance.

At this moment, who has the upper hand and who has the upper hand is obviously the most important question at the moment.

If this girl thinks that she is right and continues to plague other men's toilets in the future, then it will be repaid, and the education must be thorough.

"Tang Yiling? How are you ······ here? You ······??? with him It was Chen Hailin in a black suit who spoke.

After Chen Hailin finished washing his hands, he quickly pulled a paper towel, dried his hands, and threw a crumpled piece of paper away without looking at the garbage inlet, and walked to Tang Yiling's side in three steps and two steps, looked up at the burly and tall chef standing aside, and couldn't figure out who he wanted to ask: "You know each other?" ”

“······” The cook shook his face aside.

"What's your business!" Tang Yiling looked at Chen Hailin with a dark face, and then shook his hand and left the men's toilet.

Chen Hailin was confused when he heard Tang Yiling scolding him, he really couldn't believe it, what did Tang Yiling say about you just now······

The male chef sneered secretly, it turned out that this eighth woman was unhappy in her relationship and came to the men's toilet to vent her anger......

At this moment, the male chef looked at Chen Hailin with a sneer, which made Chen Hailin unhappy.

Chen Hailin thought about it, Tang Yiling has always been gentle and gentle to him, even if he was very angry, he just didn't speak, how could Tang Yiling scold him?

How can it be???

Chen Hailin looked back at the tall man's cold eyes and looked at him with a joke, making his nose tremble and sour.

He always thought that Tang Yiling was destined to belong to him alone from the moment he was born, and it has always been like this.

Chen Hailin glanced at the male chef, turned his head to look at the door of the bathroom, and then pulled his legs to chase Tang Yiling.

The male chef exhaled, finally got rid of the female eighth woman, and hurriedly walked over to the urinal to relieve himself.

He stood in front of the urinal pool, his head held up against the white wall, and he exhaled his breath, brewing to relax his bladder.

After exhaling a few times, it was not easy, and finally, he peed out.

Who knows!!

"Dead cook, don't show me any more ······" Tang Yiling rushed back and scolded loudly······

The male chef was so frightened that the female eight women suddenly appeared, and his whole body shrank up, and his hands hurriedly covered the key parts, his face sank with fright, and he looked at Tang Yiling outside the door with great anger.

Dead Ba Po!!

At this moment, Tang Yiling, who was at the door of the bathroom, had already seen everything that should be seen and what should not be seen, and he didn't expect that the dead cook hadn't finished his hand.

Big man, pee and pee like this inkblot!

Tang Yiling blushed and her heart was beating, she opened her palm and covered her face tightly, and retreated to the door in a panic and leaned against the wall.

At this moment, Chen Hailin chased after him, and when he saw the man's posture in the bathroom, he was so anxious that he covered Tang Yiling's eyes and quickly pulled her away.

"Dead cook, don't let me meet you again, or you'll die!!" Tang Yiling was pulled away by Chen Hailin, and at the same time, he did not forget to aim his words at the door of the men's toilet, so that the cook could hear clearly, and the next Ma Wei would also have to convey the words in place, right?

Hum!

Even if he sees him again in the future, he is afraid of this girl Tang Yiling, this is a new era of equality between men and women!

There was only one male chef left in the bathroom.

Whether it was the squatting pool in the attic gate or the open public urinal pool, it was finally completely quiet.

It's just ······

The male chef had only sprinkled half of it, his body was overly tense, and he instantly held his urine in, and now his bladder was swollen and painful, no matter how he relaxed, he couldn't spill half a drop of urine.

The male chef continues to take deep breaths, just like working out and having a baby······ Exhale slowly······ Take a deep breath······ Exhale slowly······

Slowly, his body gradually relaxed, but he was not able to urinate yet, and he felt that his urethra was completely blocked.

However, the male chef thinks that it doesn't matter, there is no one around, he can wait with peace of mind until the urine comes out smoothly, completely empty his bladder, and then go back to the kitchen comfortably to work!

It's just that this is a morning tea market, everyone drinks tea and eats breakfast, and there is no shortage of people who have a lot of feces and urine.

At this time, the door to the bathroom opened······

Then there was a commotion, and an old man with gray hair came in, and the door closed automatically, separating the noise outside, and in the quiet public urinal, the old man could clearly be heard whistling in his mouth, probably the old man drinking morning tea, and drinking very happily.

The old man played the tune, the rhythm was well controlled, the heart was transparent, and the timbre was beautiful.

What a coincidence······

With so many empty urinals, the old man did not stand, habitually, orderly, standing in the urinal next to the male chef, just standing in a row with the male chef, raising his head and chest together, facing the white wall to relieve himself.

At this moment, the male chef did not move his neck, but he was slanting his single eyelid, and secretly glanced at the old man next to him who was dripping with urine.

This is also strange, although the old man is hunched over, in terms of unraveling, it is fast and smooth!

Then the old man continued to whistle, Mali closed the zipper, turned to the sink to wash his hands, the sensor faucet spewed out water bars, and the sound of "brushing, brushing" water was clearly heard in the bathroom.

The male chef saw that someone else was urinating at the moment, and he didn't have half a drop of movement, so he exuded embarrassment, and immediately paid full attention, closed his eyes and relaxed for a long time, but unfortunately his body was not angry, and he still couldn't pee.

He felt like he had closed his eyes for a long time······

When he was in great physical and mental pain, he noticed that the sound of the water behind him had stopped, and the old man's whistle was gone.

He exhaled again, and after thinking for a while, for the sake of "safety", he still decided to go back and look behind him with a side face, so that he could be sure that there was no one, so that he could relax his whole body, so that he could pee out in one go.

God knows!

When the male chef turned his head defenselessly and inspected the sink with small eyes, an old face was blocked in front of his eyes, and he was still staring at his round and wrinkled eyes, smiling at him strangely: "Hehe, hehe······"

Seeing this, the male chef quickly straightened his head and continued to "untie" his hands solemnly against the ceiling.

The air at this moment froze the embarrassment of a young man.

Where is the floor under the feet of this old man? That's the proud self-esteem that this young male chef has held all his life!!

When the old man saw his frightened expression, the old man straightened his waist, put his hands behind his back, and whistled happily.

Blowing and blowing, when he arrived at the door of the bathroom, the old man stopped whistling, slowed down, and left slowly, his voice echoing slowly in Cantonese like a poet:

"Young age, a talent, God is not beautiful, so aggrieved, the future is worrying······"