Mr. Qian spat it out directly, and he asked painfully, "Did you use gasoline to fry it?"
Lin Zida burst out laughing, "No way, gasoline is even more expensive!"
Mr. Qian took another bite, and spat it out again.
Zhuang Jianhui hadn't even asked how it tasted yet, when Mr. Qian cursed, "It's really awful!"
He finished the Lao Gan Ma sauce in two bites, took a big sip of tea, and left without even paying.
Zhuang Jianhui's handsome face was completely twisted.
Lin Zida was dumbfounded, just now they were chatting nicely, why did he suddenly turn hostile?
No respect at all?
He cleaned up the table, comforting his buddy, "It's okay, don't take it to heart, maybe it's just a matter of taste, these old folks prefer heavy flavors."
Zhuang Jianhui's first venture didn't go well, seriously affecting his mood, his handsome face looking like someone owed him money.
During this time, Butcher Zhang came strolling over to the river dam with his fine dog.
