Song Shijie was so angry that he almost fainted again, "Give you money, I don't want a wreath, right?" ”

The jacket immediately put away the expression just now, and smiled, "I know that Boss Song is a cheerful person!" ”

Song Shijie took out the money from the counter to pay the bill, and the jacket carefully counted the money, making sure that he had not suffered a loss, and raised his hand to wave it to a few men.

"Brothers, carry them away!"

Anyway, the money has already arrived, and it is none of his business whether the other party wants a wreath or not.

Several people lifted the wreath, and the crowd of melon-eating onlookers outside shuttered again.

The appearance of wreaths in fine restaurants is definitely a novelty.

A few reporters who had just come out of Jiang Tian's shop also came over to join in the fun, and someone recognized Song Shijie and simply raised the recorder in front of his fat face.

"Mr. Song, which one of us has passed away!"

"Passed away your mother!" Song Shijie was angry at this time, where was there any self-cultivation, and pushed the other party away with a scolding, "Get out of here!" ”

At this point, the crowd gradually dispersed.

After such a toss, the one who was originally going to come to eat did not stay, and the diners in the restaurant also left.

With his daughter, he returned to the store dejectedly.

Song Shijie looked at the crowd outside Jiang Tian's store across the glass, sighed long, and sat down on the chair.

Stealing chickens is not a recipe for rice, and Song Shijie's mood at this time is also extremely low.

"Dad!" Song Yufei saw his mood and comfortingly hugged his shoulder, "Don't worry, this time it's her luck, wait for a few days for "The King of Food" to decide, you can PK her directly, and our popularity will definitely come back by then!" ”

Hearing his daughter say this, Song Shijie also cheered up again.

"Hmph, just let her be proud for a few more days!"

……

……

Across the corridor, Jiang Mansion branch.

Although there are many customers, because Jiang Tian has prepared early, the dishes in the store are busy and not chaotic.

Inside the back kitchen.

Jiang Tian put the freshly fried vegetables on the plate, put the garnished radish flowers, and raised his hand to put it on the table next to it.

"Table 13!"

One palm is stretched out, the knuckles are slender, the complexion is jade-white, and he wears a valuable watch on his wrist, and a sapphire blue cufflink pinned to the cuff of his black shirt......

Jiang Tian turned his face in confusion, and couldn't help but smile when he saw the feast standing next to him.

"Why are you here?"

Hand the dish to Su Dongyang, and look around for the feast.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"No, no!" Jiang Tian waved his hand busily, "You haven't eaten yet, I'll ask Donuts to arrange a private room for you......"

The other party is a guest, where is the reason to let the guest help?

Feast stretched out his right hand and grabbed her arm, "It's all your own people, don't be so polite!" ”

"That ......"

As soon as she was about to speak, a food delivery driver walked past her, and the feast naturally pushed her sideways and protected her with his own body.

There wasn't much space in the back kitchen, and the tip of her nose was attached to his chest.

There was the smell of various dishes in the air, but she could still clearly smell the faint mint fragrance on his chest.

Jiang Tian raised his face a little uncomfortably, and was touching the man's gaze.

"Don't move!"

Feast reached out his right hand and gently pinched a cumin grain on her cheek, which fell at some point.

Jiang Tian was just about to open his mouth to apologize, when he saw the other party raise his right hand, put the cumin grain into his mouth, and spit out two words lightly.

"Delicious!"

……

……。

Feast: Wife is fragrant!