The head waiter at the showroom deliberately made things difficult for Wu Zhe and the dumb girl.
Wu Zhe immediately recognized the thorn in the guy's long words, and asked, "Oh? Are you?"
The servant leader straightened his back and said: "This is the servant leader who will be serving the list this time, and will be responsible for the supply of refreshments for this event."
"Is there something wrong?"
"If the two girls think the tea tastes good, you can enjoy it here slowly. But it's a bit wrong to put the refreshment fruit in the bag and take it away."
As he said that, he fixed his eyes on the small package on the back of Wu Zhe's chair, so narrow-minded that he almost felt that it contained his own money.
This is really wronging people. Inside the small package are the tattered pink clothes that Wu Zhe changed in Yuan Healing Hall. But the servant leader thought that he couldn't eat and walked around, so he packed snacks and fruits for petty gain.
Wu Zhe noticed the waiter's gaze, and suddenly felt a little funny.
He thought I was eating and taking? Don't be funny, it's true that we took advantage, but I just eat.
The dumb girl next to her was a little embarrassed, and it was actually none of her business, but she stood up at this moment and made an apologetic gesture to the servant leader.
"Just apologizing is useful, but what do you need the supervisor to do? I don't mind, but if your behavior of eating and taking food spreads out to the sect, it will be embarrassing for the sword sect." Start putting hats on people.
When Wu Zhe got angry when he heard that, isn't that the same as pointing his nose and saying that we stole things
If it hadn't been for Elder Bai's instruction, she would have lost her temper immediately.
"My boss, why make things difficult for these two girls?" A man's voice suddenly came from the side.
Everyone followed the sound and saw a handsome young disciple walking slowly, cupped his hands to the servant leader and said: "I dare to vouch for the two girls, there must be some misunderstanding."
The reason why he walked very slowly was because he was shaking a young master's folding fan in his hand, swaying square steps, and slowly walking over.
This young disciple was tall and straight, and his appearance was really handsome. His blue shirt was made of luxurious silk, but there was a strong sense of posing in his gestures.
"Who are you? Why should you vouch for them?" The servant chief looked at the other party intently. After confirming that he was not some important person in his impression, his tone raised again.
This so-called guarantee is actually a way to donate a certain amount of money so that the other party will not pursue it and settle the matter.
I only heard the young disciple clasping his fists to persuade him: "At Xiazong Zhilian, I would like to donate one hundred taels of silver for protection."
After saying this, Zong Zhilian specially adjusted his body shape, tilted his half body slightly, and deliberately turned the left side of his face in the direction of Wu Zhe and the dumb girl.
What are you doing? Wu Zhe and the mute girl were baffled by his deliberate actions.
"The left side of my face is more handsome than the right side. Look at this side more." Zong Zhilian suddenly whispered.
Wu Zhe and the dumb girl froze instantly...
Zong Zhilian... total narcissism
Looking at this disciple's contrived expression with half of his face crooked, Wu Zhe felt like he was going to be petrified.
Even the mute girl, as the beneficiary, had to hold back her smile, and the other disciples onlookers laughed out loud.
Zong Zhilian has obviously been ridiculed countless times, and he has long been used to it. After saying such words at this moment, you are still smiling, with an expression of envy and jealousy on your face.
But a disciple among the surrounding crowd was suddenly taken aback, surprised in his heart: Surnamed Zong? This surname is really rare. Wait, Zong Zhilian? Could it be the famous and ostentatious Second Prince of Jin..."
The servant leader was also a little dazed at the narcissistic guy who suddenly appeared, but when he heard that it was beneficial, he was naturally willing to agree not to pursue it: "Well... it's easy to say."
One hundred taels of silver is not a small amount.
"Wait, what guarantee? Why do you need a guarantee? I didn't do anything wrong." Wu Zhe stood up and cupped his hands to Zong Zhilian: "Thank you for your help, brother, but I didn't do anything wrong. I don't want to let some People with small stomachs and small intestines took advantage of it."
"Don't, don't, let's calm down." Zong Zhilian twisted his body, waved his fan, and continued to keep his left face close to Wu Zhe and whispered: "I believe he will sell my handsome left face to save face."
Wu Zhe really wanted to slap him on the left side of the face...
"Thank you for your help, but I've been bullied all over my head. This kind of thief-like hat can't be picked up." Wu Zhe took a deep breath to suppress the thought of slapping others, and took a step forward: "This boss, everything is mine. Eating and drinking alone has nothing to do with her and him."
"Yo? Are you still a good guy who does everything alone?" The servant leader couldn't help but raise his tone of voice: "No, you are not a good guy. You little girl, how big a stomach can you eat so much food?"
"Try it and you'll know." Wu Zhe pointed at the table, signaling for you to order more.
"Oh? Oh? I just want to see how much you, a girl, can eat?" The servant leader said two words in a strange way, and waved his hand, and three servants rushed away immediately, and quickly served six plates of fruit refreshments.
"That's all?" Wu Zhe smiled slightly.
"Hey? How dare you challenge him?" The chief servant grinned as he looked at Wu Zhe's thin body, and ordered the servant to serve another six plates of fruit refreshments.
The original empty plates on the table had long since been removed, but now they were filled with twelve plates of food.
"Yeah, these can be used for the teeth-beating ceremony." Wu Zhe put on such a small case, and walked slowly towards the dining table.
She had already noticed that one or two of the people around her had seen her at the Sutra Library at the Outer Gate yesterday, and they knew the punishment of fasting.
But now Xiao Ruoyao's name is on his own, and everyone present knows Elder Bai's protection, so they must not dare to say anything nonsense.
Therefore, Wu Zhe got cheap and behaved, so he assumed that fasting and punishment did not exist.
"Hey hey, how much can you eat with your small waist?" The servant chief rubbed his chin and smiled and joked with his subordinates: "You say, even if this girl can eat it, will she suddenly spit it out?"
A group of servants were laughing and laughing.
Some disciples around also watched the excitement.
Everyone can clearly tell that for such a young girl, eating two plates of dim sum is considered the limit, let alone twelve plates.
"Girl, be careful not to spoil it." The narcissistic boy kindly reminded with a crooked face, "I'm very rich, so I don't take it seriously when I throw out a hundred taels. You don't have to take it to heart."
There was also the dumb girl who gently tugged at the hem of her clothes when Wu Zhe walked over.
Wu Zhe said that there was no problem with the two of them, and sat down firmly at the table.
The dumb girl had noticed just now that this girl is really good at eating, but how is it possible to eat so many things like this
"Which one should I eat first..." Wu Zhe glanced at the first plate of bean cakes, and slowly picked up the plate.
"It's ridiculous, are we going to wait for her here?" A young servant interrupted to ridicule.
The other boy laughed and said, "We just watched her eat here. She vomited up after eating, so she obediently admitted her mistake."
"How about it, our bean cakes are absolutely full. Although each one is only the size of a persimmon cake, there are nine in total on a plate, which is absolutely unambiguous..." There was another boy who was still boasting, but soon choked on his words.
Because, everyone watched the little girl throwing her neck up.
A plate of bean cakes fell into the mouth of the little girl with her neck up from above, as if poured out casually. Then she didn't even need to chew a few times, and she swallowed it directly.
Is she a snake? Many people have this idea in mind.
When Wu Zhe was proudly serving the plate again, he heard the narcissistic son Zong Zhilian fold up the fan, slapped it on his hand, and exclaimed in a low voice: "It is recorded in ancient books that there are women who are born with charming bones and throats. It has supernatural powers, and it can absorb masculine giants into it, and practice extraordinary skills, which is called [deep throat]... I can actually see it with my own eyes!"
With a clang, Wu Zhe dropped the empty plate he had just eaten on the floor. ;