The girl named Song Baobao left the booth and walked towards Chen Shanhe.
Seeing this, the young men and women at those tables rushed over, blocking the entire aisle.
Song Baobao is dressed in jewels and precious stones, and her fashion is mixed with a nouveau riche earthiness.
She saw Chen Shanhe's face clearly, and her eyes lit up a little. She glanced at Wu Xiu'e and Chen Dingguo, and turned her head instantly, with a look of disdain on her face, "Since when can refugees come here to eat? No wonder your business is getting worse and worse!"
The others followed suit and cursed.
Wu Xiu'e shrank back and lowered her head.
Chen Shanhe clenched his fists so hard that they made a clattering sound, and his thin lips were pursed into a straight line.
Reason reminds Chen Shanhe that he should not hit women!
And his fists are used to hit the enemy, not civilians.
When Jiang Shiyue arrived at the hall, he happened to hear this group of people scolding Wu Xiu'e and others as "country bumpkins" and "country bumpkins". Squeezing into the crowd, he happened to see Chen Shanhe, who was so angry that his whole body was tense, but he couldn't move.
Song Baobao also noticed it, and leaned closer to Chen Shanhe with his head tilted, "What? You can't stand the truth, you want to hit me? Come on, hit me! You don't dare to hit me? Coward! You..."
Bang!
The crisp sound of a slap interrupted Song Baobao's words.
Jiang Shiyue shook his hands and snorted coldly: "These days, there are still people who are looking for a fight. As expected, bitches are bitches!"
But I secretly groaned in my heart. I haven't slapped anyone in a long time. My technique is a bit rusty. I didn't control the strength well and my hand hurt a little.
"You dare to hit me?" Song Baobao covered his face with an incredible look.
Jiang Shiyue tutted in disdain, "So you're not only a jerk but also a bit brainless. Weren't you the one who just kept yelling for me to hit you?"
Song Baobao: "..."
"You are the bitch! You..."
He wanted to call Jiang Shiyue a country bumpkin, but he found that Jiang Shiyue was dressed more fashionably than him.
I wanted to call her ugly, but Jiang Shiyue was prettier than me.
She is tall and has a good figure.
After a while, Song Baobao uttered two words: "Poisonous woman!"
Coincidentally, another waiter came over with two steaks.
The sizzling steaks helped the waiter clear a path.
He placed two steaks in front of Yangyang and Wu Xiu'e respectively, as if he didn't see the group of troublemakers in front of him.
Song Baobao immediately got furious again. He didn't bother to bother Jiang Shiyue anymore and grabbed the person who came to deliver the food from the kitchen. "You are looking down on others, aren't you? We were here first, why did you give it to these country bumpkins first?"
The kitchen worker clearly wasn't as good-tempered as the waiter. He raised his arm and broke free from Song Baobao's hand. "Ms. Song, please be a little respectful. Your words and actions will cause trouble for your father! Labor is glorious! Are you calling someone a country bumpkin? Are you trying to say you're a capitalist?"
Song Baobao choked. "You're talking nonsense! I didn't. I was clearly here first, so why should you serve them first? You're so arrogant and yet you're trying to put the blame on me?"
"Just because..." The kitchen staff glanced in the direction of Jiang Shiyue, "This Miss Jiang is now one of our bosses."
Song Baobao: "..."
Chen Shanhe: “…”
He raised his eyebrows in surprise, but said nothing.
Song Baobao was already unhappy after a breakup, and now he was being treated so harshly while dining out. He immediately lost his mind and waved his hand, "Tear up this restaurant! And kick these country bumpkins out!"
The people at these tables who came with Song Baobao all looked like bad guys, and they were basically street urchins with status.
They all wore flared jeans and floral shirts, looking very uncouth.
Hearing what Song Baobao said, he punched them without saying a word.
The fists were at his face, and Chen Shanhe could no longer hold back. He knocked several people down with three punches and two kicks.
Jiang Shiyue hadn't slacked off on her training over the past year, and had learned a lot from Chen Shanhe and Li Xiao. Taking care of this group of young men was no problem.
The aisle is not wide, and if you deal with the ones in front, you will knock down the ones behind and block the way.
Soon, Jiang Shiyue and Chen Shanhe took control of the situation.
Jiang Shiyue twisted Song Baobao's arm, lowered her body and asked her, "Do you accept it or not? Or you can make a choice. Do you want me to drag you to the police station? Or do you want to get out of here on your own?"
Before Song Baobao could speak, a girl next to her suddenly became anxious and said, "Baby, we can't go to the police station, or my grandfather will beat me to death!"
"Look at you, such a coward!" Song Baobao pouted the girl who had spoken, then turned to Jiang Shiyue and said sternly, "Let go, I'll walk by myself!"
Jiang Shiyue: “…”
I couldn't help but chuckle.
Song Baobao was furious and pointed at Jiang Shiyue as soon as he was free. Seeing Jiang Shiyue's unfriendly look, he suddenly withdrew his hand and said fiercely, "Just wait! This matter is not over yet!"
Jiang Shiyue only replied with one word: "Get lost!"
Before Song Baobao and the others even left the house, Jiang Shiyue added, "Let them pay the bill. After all, some of the dishes have already been served, and some have already been cooked. They can't be refunded."
Song Baobao was so angry that he wanted to rush back to argue with Jiang Shiyue, but was forcibly pulled away by his companions.
"A hero never acts bravely for a moment, baby. We'll settle the score with them later."
Seeing Song Baobao reluctantly paying the bill, Jiang Shiyue sat back in his seat and invited everyone to eat.
Just then, the kitchen brought out the remaining dishes, including some that Song Baobao and his friends had ordered but had not yet been prepared.
Each person had four or five slices of steak.
Wu Xiu'e was so anxious that she kept pulling at Jiang Shiyue's sleeves, "Yueyue, that's enough!"
Even Chen Dingguo said: "This is enough to eat, any more would be a waste."
He saw the menu. This steak was very expensive. A piece the size of a palm cost more than two pounds of pork.
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