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If outsiders heard Matthew, they would be shocked, thinking that the old chef was crazy, and even half of cooking for the president, he would turn his head back to the restaurant halfway.
Ye Fan felt it was too much trouble, "Don't, how long will it take?"
"Soon, the place where the president hosted the banquet is not far from the restaurant, and we can rush back to the restaurant in 20 minutes!"
"That's not necessary, I'm starving to death, let them make do with it, they still refuse to give me anything," Ye Fan said.
After Ye Fan finished speaking, he handed the phone directly to the manager.
After the manager answered the phone, he was reprimanded by Matthew over there and asked him why he didn't serve Ye Fan and the others.
After the manager explained, Matthew directly told him to ignore other things and give Ye Fan the signature dishes.
Although he didn't understand the reason, the manager heard the boss say so, so naturally he didn't dare to delay any longer. After apologizing to Ye Fan, he immediately went to order people to take care of it.
The restaurant manager and waiter were very curious about Ye Fan's identity. What kind of person would make the boss take the risk of offending the prince and serve him
Seeing that the matter was resolved in this way, both Su Qingxue and Zheng Enjie felt incredible, especially Zheng Enjie, with an embarrassed look. They knew Ye Fan and the owner of this store were so familiar with each other, so what did they brag about
"Oh, thanks to Assistant Ye, otherwise I will make a fool of myself tonight," Zheng Enjie sighed.
Ye Fan touched his stomach and said, "Don't tell me, fortunately, I ate two hot dogs on the road, or I will starve to death."
"What kind of friendship do you have with this Matthew? He doesn't even care about the prince. Is this really okay?" Su Qingxue was still a little worried.
Ye Fan waved his hand, "It's okay, he knows what to do."
Before long, after the kitchen hastily jumped in for work, one after another exquisite dishes arrived on the table.
"Haha, eat, eat, you are welcome, today this meal is counted as mine, and the checkout is also free." Ye Fan didn't pay attention to any western food etiquette, so he took a fork and ate it.
And all this, falling into the eyes of Mahmad in the box, made him extremely angry.
Mehmet called the white manager over and asked, "Manager, didn't I say, did I buy all the ingredients in the kitchen? Why can they still eat it?!"
The manager wiped the sweat from his forehead awkwardly, and said: "His Royal Highness, because Mr. Packard and that gentleman are friends, we provide them with extra dishes.
But you can rest assured that the ingredients you have bought will not be short, and we will make up for what we lack..."
"Asshole! You don't understand what I mean!? I don't allow you to provide them with food! Isn't Chef Pacor's not looking at me at all!? His friend, what the hell is it!?" De Chube glared.
The manager smiled bitterly, "This... I don't know it, it's a Mr. Ye from Xia Guo".
"A native of Xia, I thought it was a politician or royal family of any country, huh, since you don't cooperate with me, then I don't want to give you face," Mehmet said, snapping his fingers.
Behind him, two burly white bald bodyguards wearing suits and earphones walked aggressively towards the table of Ye Fan's trio.
The restaurant manager was anxious, "His Royal Highness! Please calm down! There are still many guests dining here!"
"How much money has been lost, it's a big deal, I will pay you, this prince must get that woman today!!"
Mehmed glared, and from a large LV bag carried by the attendant, he took out several stacks of euros and several gold bars, and fell directly on the table.
"If the money is not enough, should I allocate a sum of money from the consortium? Or should I buy this restaurant directly!?" Mehmet asked.
The restaurant manager was bitter. Outside was the boss's friend, and inside was the prince of Debai. He was caught in the middle, and no one dared to provoke him. It was really miserable.
At this moment, Ye Fan also noticed that the two bald-headed bodyguards had already walked over. He smiled and said to Su Qingxue: "Look, if we don't provoke them, they won't let us go." .
Su Qingxue hadn't eaten a few bites. Seeing this scene, she frowned and said, "Why is this prince like this? Then let's go quickly?"
"Why do you go? Even if you give in, there is a bottom line. If you didn't stop me, I would just go over and solve this trouble." Ye Fan no longer wanted to give Mahamed a second chance.
The two bald bodyguards had walked to the table, one of them lifted the hem of the suit, revealing a gilded sand eagle pistol, and the other slammed a fist on the table.
"Our prince, please this lady, go to dinner together", the accent of the bodyguard, it sounds like a native of the country.
"I refuse," Su Qingxue said disgustedly, then picked up the bag, "Let's go!"
The bald head grinned, and silently drew out the gun in his hand and pressed it on the table, "It's not up to you..."
Su Qingxue's face changed, she bit her lip, and looked at Ye Fan.
At some nearby tables, the guests were shocked when they saw this scene. The guests at several tables had reached out to get their bags, ready to leave the restaurant at any time.
But at this moment, the bald bodyguard who drew the gun made a scream of "Ah"!
A silver fork had already pierced the bodyguard's gun-holding palm, and directly nailed his hand to the table!
The blood flowed on the tablecloth, dyeing and blushing quickly.
"Damn it!" The bodyguard endured the pain, angrily pulled up his hand, and punched Ye Fan's head with a fist!
But Ye Fan had already picked up the knife and inserted it into his fist again!
"Aw!!" This knife went in, and the bodyguard was so painful that he was almost fainted!
Seeing this, the other bald bodyguard, apart from anything else, pulled out the golden sand eagle, and was about to shoot at Ye Fan.
But Ye Fan's speed was as fast as lightning, and he didn't know what was wrong, so he forcibly snatched the gun from the bodyguard!
When the bodyguard was dumbfounded, he found that his hands were empty, and his fingers had a terrible headache, like broken fingers.
Looking up, the black hole's muzzle had been aimed at his forehead!
"The speed of drawing the gun is too slow, so that you can become a royal guard. It is really fate that Prince Dibai did not die."
Ye Fan was still chewing food in his mouth, holding a limited edition golden sand eagle pistol in his hand, he suddenly pulled the trigger!
"Boom boom boom boom!!!"
Although the recoil of this pistol is extremely strong, Ye Fan is holding it with one hand and is stable in all directions, shooting a round with precision like a fixed turret.
The bullets shuttled back and forth like a raging fire, and shot at the box behind the bodyguard—Mahmad’s box!