The cook ran out with the dishes.
The diners in the restaurant all lowered their heads and didn't look. Meng Yi was there for the first time and had no experience. He took one look at the chef and then lowered his head and vomited violently.
"vomit--"
You can't blame him for this.
The cook's body was covered with bumps and pustules, and he had several pustules popping out just from walking these two steps.
As for the hands… they are unbearable to look at!
When I think of this person making dumplings with these hands!
"Hic——"
Meng Yigen couldn't stand it.
The old lady turned around and yelled at Meng Yi: "Why are you vomiting? Why do you think you eat buns?"
Fuck!
Meng Yi already regretted coming here to eat.
"What the hell!"
Seeing Meng Yi vomiting violently, several people nearby lit up their eyes and rushed over...
"Don't be too outrageous!"
Meng Yi really couldn't stand the scene in front of him. He was deeply shocked. This was the reason why there were so many people here, right?
You all come here for the chef, right?
His left hand suddenly transformed into a long whip of flesh and blood, which swept up these people and threw them aside.
Out of sight, out of mind. Out of sight, out of mind.
"Don't do this to me!"
Meng Yi stumbled out the door, and the cook yelled at him in dissatisfaction, "You're not sick!"
Is this a question of whether you are sick or not?
Meng Yi squatted at the door of the restaurant and kept retching. Several people came out of the restaurant and stared at him with shining eyes, full of expectation.
"You guys...don't go too far!"
He can accept mental illness, but he can't accept this!
Seeing that Meng Yi didn't have a successful "product" in the end, these people were filled with disappointment.
The man who had just slammed the table also had a look of disappointment on his face. When he came out, he looked a little depressed.
He didn't vomit, and was much more accepting than Meng Yi.
Meng Yi stood up and waved at the other party: "Hey, buddy!"
The other party turned around in surprise, and when he saw Meng Yi, the divinely blessed person, his eyes lit up: "Can you find seafood?"
"I can't find it, but buddy, have you ever considered changing your faith?"
Meng Yi looked serious.
Make a missionary attempt.
As for whether there will be any problem with being so straightforward, I guarantee there will be no problem. There are all kinds of people like this guy.
What's more, the god that the other party believes in, Ai Tuo, is so special that it is destined to have no believers. Meng Yi is not afraid of offending the other party.
Everyone in this world believes in God. If they want to recruit believers, they either have to find those who have “lost their faith” or snatch people from other gods.
There are people who lose their faith every day, but these people will go to the Judgment Department to register. If he really looks for these people, he will be exposed to the authorities.
As for snatching people from other gods.
Is there anyone more suitable to try than the one in front of you?
Weak and alone!
By the way, you can also try to see if converting to another religion can gain the power of God's grace.
The man frowned. He had never heard of the term conversion.
Meng Yi coughed dryly, overcoming his unknown shame, and spoke mysteriously:
"Are you interested in learning about our savior, the great Scarlet King?"
The man's expression changed immediately.
"roll!"
What conversion? I have never heard of it. You are a believer of some fraudulent god.
Meng Yi was not annoyed, but looked determined:
"Dude, the God you believe in is not a random choice. Where can you find seafood? Sooner or later, you will be abandoned."
"Try it. I won't force you. If you don't like it, you can leave."
After saying this, he felt like a liar.
However, with the mentality of not giving it a try, Meng Yi said with a smile:
"Let's go to the 1st Block Street Park this afternoon."
The other party avoided Meng Yi as if he were the plague.
"Dude! You're not afraid in broad daylight, and I'm not asking you to go at night."
Meng Yi made his final effort.
The other party left at a faster pace.
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