Chapter 52: The Waste Man
Hearing Ye Shuyi say this, Li Kaile nodded.
While they were eating, Ye Shuyi also tried two. The meat was tender, the taste was delicate, and it was refreshing and chewy.
Her craftsmanship is as good as ever.
This time she baked forty at once, filling up the baking machine.
There was already a crowd of people around.
"Beauty, how much are these oysters?" a man asked.
"One Hong Kong dollar each." Ye Shuyi answered while grilling.
"How about a dozen?" he asked.
The unit of measurement here is not a dozen, but a small dozen of eight and a large dozen of sixteen.
Ye Shuyi thought for a moment and said, "Then count you as fourteen."
A dozen guests came immediately.
After Ye Shuyi finished baking, she cooled it down and put it on a plate, and the customer took it away happily.
"I want one too. Give me a dozen," said another lady.
There was a child next to her, about four or five years old, who probably smelled the fragrance and cried and asked to buy it.
"Okay, okay, I'll buy it with you. Don't cry, dear boy!" The lady squatted down and wiped the child's tears.
She turned her head and said, "Pretty girl, is it ready? My son is clamoring for some!"
"Hurry up, hurry up!" Ye Shuyi responded, but this matter could not be done quickly.
Oysters must be roasted, otherwise what if there are parasites?
Finally, Ye Shuyi finished baking.
The lady was about to take it, but Ye Shuyi moved back and warned, "Wait a minute, it's very hot now. Children's skin is fragile and can get burned easily."
After hearing what Ye Shuyi said, the lady had no choice but to carry the oysters into the store and ordered a few dishes.
Ye Shuyi continued to bake, but as more and more customers came, she was too busy to handle it.
She asked Li Kaile to help.
Li Kaile is a smart and smart person, and he works efficiently and effectively, which greatly reduces Ye Shuyi's burden.
It lasted for about an hour without stopping.
If we continue like this, we can sell out before 8 o'clock.
While they were grilling, a short man came in. He was bald, had an eight-month-old beer belly, and looked ferocious.
As soon as he came in, he asked, "Where's that damn bitch?"
Ye Shuyi kept working, and the other guys put down what they were doing and waited for Ye Shuyi's instructions.
This looks like a kick-starter.
That is to ruin the place.
Ye Shuyi winked at Wanda Ming.
He was a tall, dark-skinned man with a very gangster-like air.
He came to Ye Ji with Li Kaile not long ago. When beggars were causing trouble before, he had gone to intimidate them.
Wan Daming understood and stepped forward, saying, "There are no dead women in our shop. Please be careful with your words, sir."
The short guy took a step back, obviously intimidated by the temperament.
He stammered, "Uh... I'm looking for... I'm looking for my wife, and she has such a young child."
He measured it with his hand, to his waist because he was quite short.
"The child cries a lot, and the girl has a yellow face and short hair," he continued.
Ye Shuyi watched his actions and was reminded of a mother and son. Just now, the child was clamoring to eat grilled oysters.
So she waved and whispered something beside Wanda Ming.
Wanda Ming nodded to show that he understood.
"There was indeed such a mother and son who came just now," he said.
Then he took the man in.
They entered the store. The man had sharp eyes and immediately saw the mother and son. He walked over angrily.
"You are such a spendthrift! You actually take your son to live a life of luxury! Do you think my money came from the wind?" The man pointed at the woman's nose and cursed.
The lady was very flustered and didn't know what to do for a moment.
She hurriedly stood up, waved her hands and said, "No... No. This is the money my brother gave me."
When the short guy heard this, he snorted, "Pah!" "Your brother gave you money, but you don't know how to help with the family expenses? Our family is so poor that we can't even afford to eat! You just know how to squander it, huh? And you even gave your son grilled oysters? Is that something we can eat? What if he gets used to it?"
The short-haired lady felt wronged. She was anxious and angry. "When I had money before, I used it to supplement the family income! My son and I haven't eaten meat in three months, and now we only eat a little bit. My son cried and asked for grilled oysters, and I couldn't bear to refuse him. Besides, our family is so poor that we can't even afford to eat, and it's all because of your gambling addiction!"
The short guy's face turned red and his eyes flashed with anger when his shortcomings were exposed in public. He rolled up his sleeves, which didn't exist in the first place, revealing his ugly and fat arms.
"I think you deserve a beating!" He took two steps at a time, fearing that he would be too slow to punch.
The fist was about to be raised and hit the woman in the face.
The woman did not scream, as if she was already used to it. She closed her eyes, did not block the attack with her hands, and did not squat down.
The expected pain did not come.
She didn't open her eyes and waited for a long time.
After confirming that it didn't hurt, he opened his eyes.
I saw Wanda Ming coming to the side of the short man, stretched out his hand and easily caught the man's fist.
A look of contempt.
This incompetent man is poor, addicted to gambling, and commits domestic violence!
Damn it.
The short guy didn't dare to resist because of Wanda Ming's height.
But there are so many people watching, it’s so embarrassing to be stopped like this, doesn’t he have any face?
He then boldly said, "What's it to you? This is our family affair, you don't need to interfere."
I thought Wanda Ming would let it go because of this.
After all, he is an employee of the store. He opens the store to do business and has to put customers first.
He had no idea that he didn't make any purchases in the store, it was his wife who made the purchase.
Wanda Ming listened to his words and smiled indifferently, looking defiant and cool.
"What if I insist on interfering? Scum like you wastes air when alive and wastes land when dead!"
After he finished speaking, he directly grasped the short guy's fist and twisted it.
All I heard was a pig-slaughtering howl of "Ah!!!!", and the short guy's hand suddenly rotated 360 degrees.
There was a cracking sound, the sound of bones breaking and cervical vertebrae dislocated.
Wanda Ming released his hand contemptuously.
Looking at the beads of sweat on the short guy's forehead and his incredible expression, I just felt refreshed.
"You...you..." The man's face turned red and white in pain, and he couldn't speak for a long time.
"My hand is broken!" He finally realized the fact and his expression turned to sadness and resentment.
"You...you..." He stammered, wanting to scold Wan Daming and tear him into pieces!
His hands! How will he live without them?
Damn it, how dare you cripple his hand...
When he really met Wanda Ming's wolf king-like eyes, he couldn't say a word.
This is the man who just crippled one of his hands.
Fear and chill emanated from the bones and permeated the flesh and blood of the entire body.
He was afraid that the other party was simply a devil!
The devil, Wanda Ming, asked him sneerfully, "What's wrong with you?"
"No...no." The voice was trembling.
"Since you don't have it, why don't you get out of here?" He was completely shocked.
It's like when the tiger, the king of the mountains, roars, all the animals within a hundred miles will be frightened.
The timid ones may even be scared to death.
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