Lin Mo released his arm from Qing Que and slowly asked.
Meanwhile, Qingque breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
I thought to myself, "Finally, this guy is letting me rest for a bit."
Then, their eyes were drawn to the freshly baked and fragrant Kung Pao Chicken, and they couldn't help but swallow hard.
This looks much more appetizing than the food on the table!
Lin Mo glanced at Qing Que, whose IQ had severely declined, and felt slightly ashamed.
Sigh, as expected, being in love can significantly lower one's IQ.
I need to rein myself in. It would be terrible if I spoiled Qingque into a love-struck fool.
Upon hearing this, the waitress smiled and said, "The reason we did this is to give you all a surprise and to express our sincerity."
As he spoke, Mingtang waved his hand, instructing the male waiter to replace the food on the table with freshly prepared dishes.
Lin Mo glanced at the unfamiliar man and smiled slightly.
Then he picked up his chopsticks and took a piece of chicken.
He didn't rush to put it in his mouth, but slowly examined it.
The waitress and Mingtang looked over there with complicated expressions.
Because Li Ling was feeling unwell, he didn't pay attention to what was happening at the dinner table. After finishing his water, he couldn't help but go to the toilet.
Lin Mo acquiesced.
"Hiss, your Kung Pao Chicken does smell much better than before, but why is the texture so rough? Chef Mingtang? This isn't like you."
"This goes against your pursuit of art."
Lin Mo said with a smile.
The bluebird beside him paused for a moment, then looked towards the Mingtang.
Mingtang coughed twice, his face bitter, and said, "Time is of the essence, there's nothing we can do about it."
Then, the unfamiliar male waiter added, "Please try it quickly, Mr. Lin. Although it doesn't look very appealing, I believe that this meal will definitely satisfy your taste."
After the waiter finished speaking, he politely bowed to Lin Mo.
"Hopefully this can make up for the dining experience we just had."
Snap!
Under the astonished gazes of the crowd.
Lin Mo suddenly slammed his chopsticks on the porcelain table, then stood up, put one hand behind his back, looked at the unfamiliar waiter, smiled brightly, and said, "I'm talking to your master, what's the rush?"
After saying that, he picked up another plate of food and threw it hard at the waiter.
At the same time, the azure-colored power of destiny slowly gathered in his palm like a vortex.
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