"oh?"

Lin Yifeng told Bentou Sang to hide in the kitchen. He washed his hands but did not leave the kitchen.

Manager Ma was wearing a plaid shirt today. He had a big belly and stood in front of the bar, chatting with Lin Cuilan while observing the Wallace store.

Hello, what would you like to eat?

Lin Cuilan asked again, and Ma Wenhong, with his hands behind his back, looked at Lin Cuilan with a smile: "Miss, where are you from?"

"Customer, please order as soon as possible, so as not to delay the people behind you!"

Lin Cuilan suppressed her nausea and asked Manager Ma what he wanted to eat, but the greasy middle-aged man kept asking questions without ordering anything.

"Oh dear, how can you be like this, young lady? Don't you know that guests are guests?"

Ma Wenhong, adopting a leader's demeanor, said: "Young lady, you've got a problem with your thinking. Don't you think you're being too eager for quick success and instant benefits, and a bit too capitalist?"

"Your habit is not good. It's only because society is more open now that it's like this. If it were before, you would definitely be charged with capitalism."

Lin Cuilan was so shocked by Ma Wenhong's words that her mouth dropped open.

Where did this idiot come from, talking about capitalism all the time?

What era are we living in? Still talking about the crime of capitalism?

Whether there's something wrong with my thinking or not is none of your business.

"If you're not going to order, hurry up and leave, don't delay the people behind you from ordering."

Lin Cuilan felt she was losing her patience. Although the boss had always taught them to put customers first, to speak with a smile, and not to have conflicts with customers unless absolutely necessary.

But she really had no patience left for this greasy middle-aged man in front of her.

"How can you treat your guests like this? Go and call your boss out."

Ma Wenhong pointed at Lin Cuilan, who couldn't help but roll her eyes. Following Lin Yifeng's instructions, she said, "Our boss isn't here."

"Who is your store manager, or rather, who can make the decision? Call him out!"

"You're such a busybody!"

Lin Cuilan had no choice but to get up, go into the kitchen, and tell Lin Yifeng, who was secretly investigating.

"Let me see what Manager Ma is really up to."

Lin Yifeng told Bentou Sang to hide and not come out. He removed his disposable gloves, walked out of the kitchen, looked Ma Wenhong up and down, and said:

"Hello, I'm Wallace's store manager. How can I help you?"

Ma Wenhong has investigated Wallace and has some understanding of him.

But when he saw such a young and handsome guy come out of the kitchen and say that he was the manager of Wallace, he was still a little shocked.

"Are you the store manager?"

Ma Wenhong maintained his leadership demeanor, with his hands behind his back, scrutinizing Lin Yifeng with a critical eye, and said, "Let me see your Wallace business license and your employees' health certificates."

Oh.

Come to Wallace to check business licenses and health certificates?

Lin Yifeng felt that Ma Wenhong was not very bright. What right did a meat processing plant manager have to come to Wallace to check business licenses and health certificates?

Lin Yifeng originally wanted Ma Wenhong to produce his identification, but he only took two seconds to decide to disguise himself as a lucky but naive vocational school student in order to lull Ma Wenhong into a false sense of security.

Lin Yifeng then put on an acting show. Faced with Ma Wenhong's questioning, he quickly said with a sincere and respectful expression, "Sir, sir, please wait a moment, I'll get your documents right away."

"Please have a seat, sir."

After a pause, Lin Yifeng called out to the kitchen, "Cuilan, give the boss a Set Meal A so he can taste our Wallace fried chicken burger."

"ah?"

"Okay, store manager!"

Lin Cuilan didn't understand why her boss suddenly seemed like a different person, but as a supervisor, she knew better than to ask too many questions and do more.

"Yes, not bad, the young man did a good job."

Seeing that Lin Yifeng didn't even check his documents and went straight to looking for his business license and health certificate, Ma Wenhong began to look down on Lin Yifeng.

In his opinion, Lin Yifeng was a little bit clever, knew a little bit about human relationships, and was a little bit more mature than his peers.

But that's all.

Ma Wenhong could easily handle such a young man.

Lin Yifeng quickly took out his health certificate and business license for Ma Wenhong to check. At the same time, the kitchen prepared a set meal A, which Lin Cuilan brought over.

"Sir, please!"

Lin Cuilan suppressed her nausea and forced a smile. Ma Wenhong, also smiling, took the opportunity to smear oil on her face.

When Ma Wenhong touched Lin Cuilan's small hand, she couldn't help feeling disgusted. She immediately let go, put Set Meal A on the table, and fled back to the bar.

Upon seeing this, Lin Yifeng's face immediately darkened. He realized that Ma Wenhong had come to gather information.

I never expected this bastard to be here to disgust people.

Lin Yifeng was never one to suffer a loss. His eyes darted around, and he immediately asked Ma Wenhong in a fawning manner, "Boss, our Wallace is about to launch a brand new drink called milk tea. Would you like to try it?"

"milk tea?"

Ma Wenhong's eyes lit up. According to the current information, Wallace offers three types of drinks: carbonated beverages, coffee, and juice, but he had never heard of milk tea.

What is milk tea?

Is it a mixture of milk and tea?

"Give me a cup of milk tea, let me...let me try it right away."

Ma Wenhong almost blurted out his surname, but he quickly corrected himself and asked Lin Yifeng to make him a cup of milk tea to try.

Lin Yifeng patted his chest as he entered the kitchen. He glanced at Bentou Sang hiding in the corner and beckoned to an employee.

"Boil a cup of piping hot milk tea, have the foreman take it over, and splash it on Ma Wenhong's face."

"The hotter the milk tea, the better, preferably freshly boiled!"

Lin Yifeng's voice was very soft, but Ben Tousang, who was hiding in the corner, couldn't help but shiver when he heard it.

This boy...

That's fucking ruthless!

Scalding hot milk tea was splashed directly on Ma Wenhong's face. Is this something an ordinary person would dare to do?

The thought of causing trouble at Wallace's a few days ago with a wrench sent chills down Bentou Sang's spine.

At the time, he felt very resentful of Lin Yifeng, thinking that Lin Yifeng relied entirely on that big, burly man.

Looking back now, I realize that if it weren't for that big, burly guy holding me down, I would have been in a really bad situation.

"He wouldn't have really chopped off three of Tiger's fingers and sent him to jail, would he?"

Recalling Lin Yifeng's words from a few days ago, Bentou Sang felt even more strongly that his younger brother's decision to back down was the most correct one.

This handsome, bookish student in front of me is ruthless at heart!

In this era, milk tea is very popular among Taiwanese people, but it has not yet appeared on the mainland.

Lam Yat-fung is experimenting with making various flavors of milk tea and, taking advantage of a certain opportunity, will launch Mixue Ice Cream.

Currently, the milk tea is still in the internal testing phase at Wallace and is not yet available for sale to the public.

Ma Wenhong had good luck today.

He will be the first customer to try the milk tea!