While checking the list, Yang Feng looked up at him and asked, "What's wrong with you? You seem absent-minded."
The male waiter sighed heavily: "Don't mention it, buddy, you don't know it because you are not married. It is really difficult to manage a wife. As a male chauvinist like me, I get angry easily if she doesn't listen to me."
Yang Feng uttered an "oh" and said expressionlessly, "Then tell me how she made you angry?"
Seeing that no one was around, the male waiter complained directly: "She just gave birth to a child, it's ok for her not to work, but she doesn't know how to save money. She always asks me for money. I told her that she is quite reasonable."
"Today she went downstairs to buy groceries and had a quarrel with a neighbor. She got so angry that she started crying and called me to get angry when she got home. She also asked me to come back after get off work to resolve the issue. How can I resolve it? It wasn't my fault!"
A trace of disgust flashed across Yang Feng's face, and his tone turned cold: "Your wife gave birth to your child, if you don't pay her, who will? Let her stay at home with the child and starve? A man who only asks his wife to save money all the time, it only shows that you are incompetent and cowardly."
"True male chauvinism means I earn the money, I support the family, I handle the problems, and my wife listens to me. It's not about two people earning the money and supporting the family together, and then you can't handle the problems and still expect your wife to obey you. Brother, you are a bully at home."
The male waiter choked and muttered dissatisfiedly, "You talk as if you have a wife..."
"Of course I do," Yang Feng said proudly, "My wife is tall, beautiful, has long legs, is smart and well-educated. To be able to have her is the blessing I have cultivated for several lifetimes."
The male waiter angrily prepared two cups of cappuccino and placed them in front of him without saying a word. Then he sat down on the chair with a pale face and replied to the message with a frown.
Yang Feng was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. Seeing that he was worried, he wanted to comfort him. After all, Lu Ziyi often told him that he should maintain good relationships with his colleagues when he was away from home.
After hearing this, he regretted it. He should have not asked. He really couldn't help but want to curse.
After handing two cups of cappuccino to Lu Ziyi and Xiaobao, he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten something, so he had to turn around and go back to the beverage area.
The male waiter was still sighing: "My wife is like an NPC. As long as I talk to her, there will always be a task."
Yang Feng sneered: "And you are like a novice player, you will never know what to do if you don't post a task."
"Please give me two more straws. The opening of that cup is too small. My wife and my brother don't like to lift it up to drink."
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