The supermarket manager didn't know what was wrong with him. Suddenly, he shivered, a chill running from head to toe. The speed of the shiver showed how scared he was.
Why is it that this man in front of me, who looks so young and has the typical "pretty face" appearance, exudes such a strong sense of pressure?
More and more customers gathered around, and at this point, he was in a difficult position. Besides, he was the manager of the supermarket, the host, and he couldn't possibly be afraid of the customers.
With that thought, his back, which had been bent over considerably, suddenly straightened up, and he said sternly, "Go ahead and verify it!"
He knew better than anyone whether the seafood was problematic or not, and he refused to believe that a man who was more beautiful than a woman could really be very knowledgeable.
Xu Ye glanced at him, how could he not know what he was hoping for? He calmly said, "Manager, I need your cooperation to provide me with a few things."
The manager asked in an unfriendly tone, "What is it?"
Xu Ye opened his mouth and said test tube, several chemical reagents.
Upon hearing this, the manager's expression changed slightly. Now he finally realized that this man, who was even more beautiful than a woman, was not to be underestimated. "I cannot provide these things."
Among the onlookers, someone stepped forward and said, "Wait a minute, I'll go buy these things and bring them over."
Since someone had already said that, the supermarket manager couldn't say anything more, otherwise it would make him seem guilty.
The customer was very quick; he delivered Xu Ye's order in no more than five minutes. As Xu Ye took the item, he glanced at him and said, "Thank you."
Only the person receiving Xu Ye's thanks could understand the unspoken meaning behind his words. He quickly replied, "You're welcome. If there's anything else you need, just let me know and I'll go buy it right away."
Xu Ye replied without hesitation, "No need."
The kind-hearted customer, coupled with Xu Ye's cold face, made Xu Moran feel as if the customer was trying to curry favor with Xu Ye.
Just because he's good-looking, does that give him the right to be arrogant? She feels she must correct his bad habits.
So, after the customer retreated back into the crowd of onlookers, she whispered to Xu Ye, "In the future, when you encounter situations like this, be polite."
Xu Yechao retreated back into the crowd, but still looked at the people in the front row. The person was about the same age as him. Although he was not as handsome as Xu Yechao, his features were still much more outstanding than those of ordinary people.
He naturally heard Xu Moran's words, and looked frightened and helpless. He tried his best to tell Xiao He'an with his eyes that he was innocent and that this had nothing to do with him.
Xiao Anhe merely glanced at him indifferently before focusing on the experiment in his hands.
Three minutes later, Xiao Anhe announced the results: "The seafood here has seriously excessive levels of purines. Based on these levels, it is completely inedible."
The supermarket manager's face was beyond ugly; he was furious and, disregarding his position and the many onlookers, rushed forward to snatch the test strip from Xiao Anhe's hand, shouting, "You're maliciously slandering me and spreading rumors!"
Regardless of Xiao Anhe's fighting skills, the height difference alone meant that Xiao Anhe could easily avoid the supermarket manager's attempt to steal his goods by simply raising his head.
Just as he was about to raise his hand, a figure appeared beside him, moving even faster than he could raise his hand.
Having grown up abroad and experienced things most people never have, his reaction speed is so fast that even he himself doesn't know how fast he can react. The chapter you're reading now, "Picking Up an Older Brother as My Husband," Chapter 33: A Man's Cuteness, is only a small part. To read the full version, please search on Baidu: "香满路言情m.bookxml." Then search: "Picking Up an Older Brother as My Husband."
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