The waiter sneered, but he didn't take Zhang Wenyuan's words to heart at all.

It's really funny that a person who has to grit his teeth when he consumes in their restaurant dares to pretend to be a big-tailed wolf with him.

I don't know, their club is backed by Plu?

Still maintaining that lofty posture, he continued to say in strange English: "Sir, it is my freedom to speak in what language, what do you want to eat?"

"I'm curious, when did the service industry become so awesome?"

Zhang Wenyuan said: "Within a reasonable range, I should be able to make any request, right?" If you want to use Mandarin, I don't force it, but please get out of here. ”

"Sir, other services

Chapter 113 of "Urban Medical Martial Supreme" Brain Problem? I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

Once the content is updated, please refresh the page again to get the latest updates!