Chapter 8: The Revenge of the Bloodline Boss (5)

"How much does an umbrella cost?"

"55 pieces."

"Swipe your card."

Holding an umbrella, I really felt a lot better. The sun shining on the skin was like being burned by fire, and it was not pleasant at all.

Hanamari suspects that this should be because someone studied it as a specimen, and the original owner's body was destroyed.

In fact, it is not difficult to guess, otherwise when the flower festival saw the strange laboratory, the original owner would not have been afraid.

Since it is a blood clan, it is not afraid of the sun, and I think that in the blood clan, the bloodline is also top-notch, and the status will definitely not be bad.

It's already afternoon, and it's not good to be disgusted by that family today, I'm already so hungry that my chest is pressed against my back, so it's better to eat first.

"Yellow stewed pig's trotters, fat pickled cabbage fish, hot spicy crab, rape mushrooms, shredded green pepper meat, fried tomatoes with eggs, one serving, a glass of boiling water, speed up."

The waiter held a small notebook in his hand, looked at the flower festival with a pair of eyes, and his face was full of incredulity: "Are you eating alone?" ”

"Hmm." Hua Sai's white fingers handed the recipe to the woman, and she hummed expressionlessly.

"So much, have you finished eating?" The woman seemed to drop her jaw in shock, and she didn't control her mouth, and opened her mouth to ask.

Hua Sai's eyebrows froze, and the ice in his eyes gathered. She leaned lightly on the edge of the table, put her hand on the table, held her cheeks, looked at the person in front of her playfully, and said, "Is this hotel yours?" ”

The woman didn't know why, and subconsciously replied: "No." ”

"Are you going to do the food I ordered?"

"It's not."

"Since the restaurant is not yours, and the dishes are not made by you, then what do you care!" The flower priest's tone is cold and tough, full of attack power, and the gaze of the trial question is close to the woman.

The woman was directly frightened by the flower festival, and immediately cried profusely, and her tears were smashed down like money.

The situation here at the Flower Festival attracted everyone's attention. The woman felt like an animal in a zoo, being watched by everyone, and suddenly felt ashamed of herself, crying so much that she was called a joy.

"Why do you say that, I just ...... I'm just afraid that you won't be able to finish it and waste it. ”

"Tsk!" Hua Sai looked at the person with great disgust, and directly scolded mercilessly: "I've seen a big face, but I've never called it as big as you." ”

"You ......"

"What's wrong with me? It's your business if you don't waste it, Lao Tzu has money, and I'm not afraid that I can't afford to pay for it. A waiter, who came to me, is really courageous. Hanamari said impatiently, pulling the zipper off the collar a few points. With a calm gaze, he said: "Go and call your manager out, you can't afford to waste my time." ”

"What's so great about you, but ......" The woman's eyes widened with rage, and she glared fiercely at the flower sacrifice.

Before he finished speaking, a man in a suit and leather collar walked up to the flower priest and stopped the woman: "Sorry guest, it brought you an unpleasant experience, it's ours, the food you ordered will be brought to you immediately." ”

"I ......"

When the words fell, he said to the waiter, "You go down first!" ”

"I'm sorry, it's the new employee who is not sensible, please wait."

"Okay!"

Seeing this, the flower festival didn't say too much, although she was very impatient, but she was hungry, and it was an unwise choice to change her family.

A small farce was quickly put to rest, and the flower festival was served with Cocoa's meal. Under the manager's repeated apologies, the flower festival will not be pursued, as for the woman, she will talk about it when she is free.