Leng Mo, who heard the other party's question, naturally turned around and replied, "We really don't have meat here." ”

It is common knowledge that small and medium-sized restaurants in the city will not serve meat, and for civilians, it is a world of only vegetables and zombies.

Leng Mo had already written down all the menus, and he felt that the Verr noodle restaurant that he felt was very powerful, really didn't even have a little bit of meat, so he added another sentence and said: "Our Verr noodle restaurant is just an ordinary restaurant, if you want to eat meat, I recommend you go to the top restaurant near the college." ”

Hearing this, the leader frowned: "Lao Tzu has been there today, and there is no provision there!" ”

"Oops!" Leng Mo secretly shouted that it was not good, the aura on this person's body was like a silver-level master!

Bronze-level people, when fighting, the skin will be transformed into bronze, and its vein-covered body will surface with green tendons, becoming a majestic bronze metal warrior, while the silver-level master, the body will maintain a normal appearance, but the blood vessel lines will reveal a bright silver light, and the body will be silver-glittering, and it is called a silver hero by civilians.

However, as a hundred years have passed, many corpse hunters have silver-level leaders, so the flash of silver light now makes ordinary people feel pressure at most, and fewer and fewer people will call them heroes.

The black-haired fat woman Sun Zhuzhu felt that the situation was wrong, so she immediately walked over, pushed Leng Mo to the side, and said to the eight people with an unkind face: "To make trouble for eating meat?" ”

"Don't you see the silver light? Haven't you heard of the Shrimp Hunting Group? The leader of the man's silver light power did not put away, but stood up and yelled at Sun Zhuzhu: "I am the head of the regiment, there is no meat in the place to eat, how did you open your restaurant!" ”

Suddenly, the sound shook with the silver light, most of the tables and chairs on the first floor collapsed, and the other guests quickly fled without checking out, making He Buxi, who was standing in front of the cash register, pale, and he didn't know whether to stop this group of guests.

"Don't stop it, they'll pay for it."

A voice came from He Buxi's side, and the proprietress Jing Fan walked over slowly, looked at Leng Mo, who was standing aside and didn't leave, and then said to the angry eight people: "You guys, pay." ”

The head of the Fried Shrimp Hunting Group laughed angrily: "Don't talk about ordering food, I haven't even eaten a dish to pay?" ”

"Who says you don't have to pay if you don't eat?" Jing Fan was expressionless, and looked at the head of the regiment coldly.

"What a black shop, brothers, smash the field!"

The head of the regiment slammed down with a punch, and he didn't mean to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade at all, and at this time, Leng Mo, who retreated to the side, completely knew that the corpse hunting group had deliberately come to the restaurant to make trouble!

But he found something strange again, Sun Zhuzhu, the fat woman who flashed into the distance, was unusually calm, without a trace of panic, and He Buxi, who was at the counter, began to tap the calculator, busy calculating the consumption amount of the entire restaurant.

Rinse! Rinse! Rinse!

The fist that flashed with silver light had not yet hit the proprietress before several wind-breaking sounds appeared in an instant, and the subsequent scene made Leng Mo open his mouth and be so surprised that he couldn't speak.

"Ah!!h

The head of the regiment and the seven people behind him shouted at the same time, slowing down slightly, Jing Fan stretched out her white index finger at the moment when her fist was on the ground, as if writing in the air A few times, the people of the corpse hunting group directly broke their hands and feet, which was miserable!

Then she lightly clicked at the air seven times at this moment, and immediately only the silver-dull regimental leader was crying.

Leng Mo trembled unconsciously after recovering his mind, not to mention the previous terrifying strokes, the seven people who cried after that were cut off their vocal cords in the blink of an eye, it was terrifying!

"Since it is the head of the regiment, he should be clear about the rules of the code farmer market." She stretched out her hand, picked up the amount bill calculated by He Buxi and said: "Making trouble in a restaurant is a capital crime, and your property will be confiscated by the restaurant, and your amount today is a total of 30,000 porcelain yuan." ”

"Thirty thousand porcelain dollars!"

The head of the fried shrimp hunting group vomited blood, he is now only 300,000 porcelain yuan, although the other party seems to have no intention of taking his life, but he will take away one-tenth of his property as soon as he collects it, this restaurant is too dark!

"It's not impossible to get your hands and feet back, three million porcelain dollars." Jing Fan said to him.

"I only have 300,000." The regimental commander vomited another mouthful of blood.

"Leng Mo, you come to clean it, and then Sun Zhuzhu, you take the corpse to the rear power generator."

Jing Fan pointed a finger, and a purple qi directly penetrated his heart, and the head of the regiment showed an expression of disbelief, and died with hatred.

At this time, the restaurant was running as usual inside and outside, and the inside continued to handle the meals of the guests on the second and third floors, while He Buxi outside quickly put away the wallets of the eight people as if he didn't see the dead people, and then returned to the counter to settle the accounts.

Killing silver is like killing a dog, the strength of the boss lady will not be above the gold level, right?

The only strong person he has ever seen in his life is the gold level, but the gold level can never be so strong!

Leng Mo was shocked, it turned out that the chef of any restaurant was like a bad thing, fortunately, he had never offended a restaurant in his life, otherwise he would definitely not be able to finish eating and walking.

"Corpse power generation?"

After a while, Leng Mo broke the silence and accidentally blurted out what he thought in his heart.

"Silver can save us a week's worth of electricity, and we can't waste it." Jing Fan said, and then left as if nothing happened.

Seeing everyone so calm, Leng Mo's body suddenly froze a little, but after all, he was reborn, and he still reacted a few seconds later, he went to get the detergent, and scrubbed the floor, tables and chairs within a minute.

Sun Zhuzhu also returned to her post, she glanced at Leng Mo and said, "The speed of processing is quite fast, but there is still a little smell, clean it up again for me!" ”

Leng Mo was stunned for a second, he did smell that there was still a trace of blood on the ground and on the tables and chairs, this Sun Zhuzhu's sense of smell was so terrifying!

"Someone else is fast because he can do it well, but you can't."

She turned around and added another sentence, and then brushed up to the second and third floors to serve the guests.

"Just a week later, the attitude of this ball has changed."

Leng Mo instantly felt indifferent, this is the ecosystem of the restaurant.

When you grow to a point, there are higher requirements, and this higher standard requirement, that is, where your strength is, the feedback attitude will be.

After brushing again, he noticed that the original cleaning to remove the smell must be both fast and slow, and the soaking time of the detergent, the technique and time of removing the detergent must be firmly grasped, so that there may be no taste left at all.

Every guest will not care if you have just finished cleaning, if there is a bloody smell or detergent smell, causing dissatisfaction to the guests, the cleaner must bear this responsibility.

After thinking for a while, Leng Mo quickly recovered and continued his work in the field.

"The reaction is quite passable, I really can't tell that he is from the Super Literature Academy." Jinger said as he looked out in the infield.

Jing Fan said while checking the preparations: "If he can give up his comfortable doctoral qualification, he is also a person who has made up his mind." ”

"How?" Jing'er asked.

"His future plan should be more than just a chef." Jing Fan put away the folder and turned to leave, she was going outside to find out the origin of the Shrimp Hunting Group.

"Hehe, then I shouldn't have much time to fix him, I have to grasp it well."

The corners of Jing Er's mouth raised slightly, revealing a wicked smile, all kinds of quirky ideas have been presented in her mind, Leng Mo is still not clear, entering the restaurant to study, it is only the beginning.