Lao Liu carefully studied the per capita price: the lowest is 888, and the highest is 88888.

Lao Liu swallowed his saliva, one person is 888, seven people are 6216, his monthly salary is only more than 4,000, and he has to spend more than a month and a half of his salary, the premise is that he has to transfer to this lowest per capita price.

Heartache, headache, whole body aches.

Lao Liu looked at Chu Xiangjun, wanting to see the same resentment on her face, but Chu Xiangjun didn't react.

Didn't she see this per capita price, hey?

It's clearly marked!

Liao Huahua's parents and Li Tong's parents are still looking at the chef on the turntable and the dishes they are good at, Wang Ting's grandfather aimed at the chef with an average of 88888 per capita at a glance, it was a fat and quite blessed chef, with kind eyebrows, smiling innocently, with his hands around his chest, wearing a white chef's uniform, with a red background, which looked very conspicuous, and the cuisine he was good at was the Manchu and Han full banquets.

The Manchu and Han full banquet, Wang Ting's grandfather swallowed his saliva, he had never eaten the Manchu and Han full banquet in his life.

And the price is ...... Tut-tut, there are more than 80,000 people, and Chu Xiangjun cried and begged for mercy if he didn't eat, heh, he actually embarrassed himself, who should be embarrassed now.

Grandpa Wang Ting was triumphant, and he had a heart for this cook with more than 80,000 per capita.

On the side, Liao Huahua's mother pointed to Jiang Yazi and asked the waiter, "Why isn't there a price under the chef?"

The waiter gently and politely explained that the chef's dishes are all arbitrary, so the price is uncertain, and it has to be priced according to the dishes made by the chef that day.

"How much is the average person?"

Liao Huahua's mother inquired, and the others also stretched their ears to express their curiosity.

"This ......"

The sister wanted to speak and stopped, but Liao Huahua's mother grabbed her hand and said kindly: "Sister, tell us about it." ”

"No less than 100,000!"

The waiter was frightened by Liao Huahua's mother's fat hand, and struggled to break free.

Her words made everyone at the scene stunned.

Not less than 100,000, or not less than? Wouldn't it cost at least 700,000 or 700,000 for those seven people to eat a meal?

Wang Ting's grandfather's eyes were shining, and he immediately abandoned the fat chef who was full of Han people, and looked at Jiang Yazi's eyes, which were shining.

"Please pay for the big turntable, there are three chances, if the three chances are beyond your price budget, you can choose to give up, but if you want to eat, you can only wait for tomorrow, our rule here is only three chances a day. The waiter was gentle and polite.

Chu Xiangjun nodded, it was the first time that he had seen so many rules for eating, but when he was in the vast continent, there were a lot of rules for going to a delicious restaurant to eat, and there was a restaurant where the rules were couplets, so don't eat if you don't come up.

A cook who cooks delicious food should be so willful, Chu Xiangjun said that he likes his profession more and more.

"Can't I turn the bill?" said Grandpa Wang Ting with a frown.

What kind of rule, let Chu Xiangjun go around, she will definitely go to the cheap top.

"If you pay...... "Of course you can turn it.

The waiter's meaning was clear, and Chu Xiangjun stared at Grandpa Liu with a smile and said, "Do you want to turn?"

Old Grandpa Liu snorted coldly, don't look over your head and don't bother to look at her.

Chu Xiangjun then took a step forward and walked to the big turntable.