"Your braised pork ribs are ready." Luo Shimiao placed the dish in front of him.
She sat down opposite him, fiddling with the blade of the knife.
The man swallowed hard when he saw the kitchen knife in her hand.
"Eat up, why aren't you eating?"
"How am I supposed to eat like this? Who knows if you'll suddenly stab me?"
"Why would I cut you? Did you do something?" Luo Shimiao stared directly into his eyes, the sharp blade pointed at him.
"What can I do? I'm just here to eat."
Luo Shimiao: "Then eat! The dishes have been remade, what are you waiting for?"
"Your hygiene is poor, and your attitude is terrible. Did anyone point a knife at a customer?"
"Ahem..." Yang Xiaonan winked at her, signaling her to go back to the kitchen.
Luo Shimiao left reluctantly and went to the cashier.
She wanted to see him finish eating so she could see how he would cause trouble.
Back in the kitchen, she stroked her chin thoughtfully. There were no security cameras in the shop, and the photographer only filmed them, not the customers. How could she keep an eye on him all the time?
He glanced at his third brother's shirt, had an idea, took out his phone, made some gestures on the screen, and then put it in the front pocket of his shirt.
The phone's body is visible at one-third of its height.
Luo Jianxing looked at her in confusion: "Why did you put your phone in my pocket? Don't you have your own pockets?"
She moved the cutting board to the spot in front of the window: "Let's switch places. You stand here and chop the vegetables. Don't make any big movements with your upper body." She slightly tiptoed and whispered a few words in his ear.
"OK, got it."
Luo Shimiao took over his job, serving dishes and clearing the table after the meal was finished.
After finishing, I went to the cashier and counted how many customers I had served: "1, 2, 3... 19?"
A look of surprise flashed in his eyes. His beloved concubine's cooking skills were indeed amazing. If they could entertain one more guest, he wouldn't have to work in the afternoon and could take a nap.
"This family looks nice with lots of people, let's eat here."
Hearing the voice, Luo Shimiao looked over and saw two men and two women standing at the door. They put down their ledgers and went to greet them, saying, "Welcome!"
Just then.
"Pfft..." A mouthful of water spilled onto the corridor.
Then came the man's furious shout: "Can't a person eat in peace? I can overlook the hair in the soup, but why is there a cockroach in the soup?"
"Damn it, I thought it was a red date and almost drank it. Luckily I took a closer look. It's disgusting."
Upon hearing this, the four guests immediately turned around and left.
Wang Hui, who was diagonally opposite, saw them come out and smiled charmingly: "Our family's food is also very good."
"Let's go to this one then." They followed Wang Hui into the restaurant.
Luo Shimiao took a deep breath, resisting the urge to throw him out.
"I was wondering why they didn't charge for such good soup. Turns out it was made with 'all-natural' seasonings. Don't drink any of your soup." The man pulled a cockroach the size of a thumb out of the soup bowl.
A chorus of retching sounds immediately filled the air.
"Pah! I came here based on a recommendation, and it's so bad I have to complain!"
"Close the door right now!"
"Will we be okay after drinking soup made with cockroaches?"
"Boss, we paid to eat at your place. Now that this has happened, shouldn't you pay for us to go to the hospital for a check-up? Better safe than sorry."
Everyone agreed, "That's right."
The man's cold voice, devoid of any warmth, said: "Please calm down. If it is confirmed that there really was a cockroach in the soup and it wasn't done intentionally by someone else, we will take full responsibility."
"I have invited the world's best medical team to examine you. Please calm down and give us some time to find out the truth."
Looking at the tall, aloof man in front of them, everyone subconsciously sat back down in their chairs.
Seeing how easily the situation was stabilized, the dark-faced man felt a pang of anxiety: "Anyone can say nice things, but they have to be able to do them."
The man at the next table couldn't help but interject, "I might have doubts if it were anyone else, but if it's him, he would definitely do it."
Would the richest person in the world ever lack money? Especially the richest person in the world.
Jin Zi picked up the soup, took a sip, and quietly watched everything that was happening before her eyes.
Little Green tilted her head and asked curiously, "Sister Jinzi, why did you still drink the soup when they said there were cockroaches in it?"
No one spoke; the statement was very abrupt in the restaurant, drawing everyone's attention.
She shrugged slightly: "Sometimes what you see isn't necessarily the truth, and what you hear isn't necessarily the reality." Then she took another sip: "Mmm, it's delicious."
Luo Shimiao leaned on the table and looked at the troublemaker: "You're so lucky, there's hair in the ribs and a cockroach in the soup."
"Putting the hair aside, are you sure this cockroach is really ours?"
"Otherwise, who else could it be but you?"
"You made the soup, so it must be because you didn't wash the pot properly. Cockroaches crawled in, and you didn't check or wash it before using it to make soup."
"Okay." Luo Shimiao slapped the table, making the bowls and chopsticks on the table shake.
The man shrank back in fright.
"If this cockroach really came from our pot, the entire meal will be free, we will arrange for you to go to the hospital for a check-up, and I will compensate each of you 100,000 yuan for emotional distress."
“But…” Luo Shimiao looked at him coldly: “The cockroach isn’t ours, you put it there, so you’d better eat it!”
"Don't make false accusations and try to pin the blame on me." The man's eyes flashed, realizing that there were no security cameras in the store, and they were destined to suffer this injustice in silence.
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