I was frightened by the fog, and I don't believe your sutra that is as strong as steel. "Luo Xiaochen dragged Ye Zhao towards the hot pot restaurant in front. "
This hot pot restaurant has always been known for its good environment. The decoration is more inclined to the style of Western restaurants. The lighting is always warm, lively but not noisy. Even in these unstable days, the business is still not bad, and there are often queues outside the door. bit long dragon.
Fortunately, it wasn't the time to get off work, and there was still a while before the peak period. When Ye Zhao and the others entered the store, there were still empty tables. The waiter handed over the menu with a smile on his face, and Ye Zhao directly handed it to Luo Xiaochen: "You can order it, I'll do whatever." Then he put the computer bag on the empty seat inside, took off his scarf, took off his coat, and placed it on the back of the chair. He was wearing a smoky blue pinstriped shirt and dark gray suit pants today, which were cut to fit, and wrapped around his body to look slender and tall. After pulling out the chair and sitting down, he undid the cufflinks and turned his shirt over to his elbows. He was always meticulous in his work, and his gestures showed a gentle temperament.
Luo Xiaochen took the menu and ordered the dishes skillfully. I'm used to eating with Ye Zhao, and this set is very familiar. Although he said casual every time, he was actually the one who picked the most. If he wanted to order food, he might have to wait until he could barely order a few. It's better to wait for you to order all the dishes, and then he will pick the ones he likes.
"Well, that's all." Luo Xiaochen handed the menu to the waiter. "The pot is the mandarin duck, and the drink is lemonade." The waiter brought lemonade from the dining table beside them to fill the two, and then brought the mandarin duck pot.
"Spicy this way." The waiter turned the pot and Ye Zhao nodded to her, "Thank you."
"Okay, let's talk, why did you resign?" Luo Xiaochen put his ten fingers on his chin, and looked like "Come and let my confidant brother enlighten you well".
"Have you committed an occupational disease?" Ye Zhao smiled and leaned back, thought for a moment, then withdrew his smile, raised his index finger and tapped on the table, "Actually, it's nothing, I told you last time that the newly transferred one came here. Do you remember that vice president?"
"Oh—that's the one we met at dinner?" Luo Xiaochen gestured with a flat palm under his shoulder: "It looks like fifty, so tall, and the one who tends to bald?"
"Well, you remember quite clearly."
"That's right," Luo Xiaochen raised his eyebrows, "everyone is blind and ignorant like you. What did the deputy chief do? Are you jealous of your handsome looks and wear small shoes for you, or do you just happen to like men to harass you? "
Ye Zhao took a sip of lemonade and nodded indifferently, "Well, the latter one."
"Fuck, you guessed it right!" Luo Xiaochen looked horrified, "Then what happened to you?"
Ye Zhao raised his eyebrows: "Shouldn't I ask him what happened to me in this kind of thing?"
Luo Xiaochen gave a "cut" and said, "Pull it down, I don't know you yet."
"Okay," Ye Zhao spread his hands, "I broke both of his wrists."
Luo Xiaochen: "..."
"I thought about it for a while," Ye Zhao then said slowly, "Although the salary is high, the intensity of this job is too high.