Chapter 3985 No Girl From Israel Comes to Visit

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Originally, originally, after checking the accounts, it was time to take a rest... ah no, it was time to go. After all, there was still the main mission of the charterer waiting for me, but the evil dragon Lena refused to let me go, saying that I was the boss and the boss. Signature masters should take responsibility and work hard.

I want Linya to help me with a few words. Today’s tasks are heavy. I’ll make an appointment another day. We’ll talk about it in the future. A small branch line like this should be abandoned when it’s time to abandon it. It’s not worth it.

Unexpectedly, Linya simply abandoned me and left, leaving words of comfort: "Brother Wu should work hard and stop surfing the Internet all day long. As for collecting rent, we can make an appointment another day and talk about it later."

She stole what I had to say and left me behind. What a scumbag. Bah, Xiong Da is so amazing? I'm very curious about it.

It doesn't hurt to do a branch plot, but after Linya left, the more I thought about it, the more something was wrong.

It seemed that she had already predicted this outcome, and was even deliberately guiding her. Otherwise, why would the next stop be not somewhere else, but a grilled fish shop where the little female dragon was entrenched?

This made me a little unhappy and felt like I was being arranged.

Last night it was Willas and Alice, in the morning it was Linya and Laina, in the afternoon it was the evil dragon Rena and... the white dragon lady who has not yet appeared.

The rhythm is really being traded and turned over.

Why did it become like this? I couldn't help but ask myself, I just wanted to be a man who was just waiting to die. When on earth was I forced to become a popular cow in this luxuriant metropolis... Ah no, it was a wild man. Wolf.

While thinking about this problem, I put on my chef uniform and chef hat, and prepared to open the business to receive customers. However, the evil dragon Rena waved her away in disgust and asked me to stay at the cashier. The Holy Land of the Kitchen, Isn’t It You? Where can such a man set foot?

Grilled fish?

This lady is full now.

guest?

It seems like this store wouldn't be able to open without you.

Go, go, go, go, go, don’t disturb my sleep.

I gave up arguing with Dragon Rena about who is the owner of this shop.

What she said was right and touched on the essence of the problem.

Without me, this store can still open, and the profit is still very high, which is about equal to half of an instant noodle factory.

But without her, this store may not be able to continue to operate, at least the profit would not be as high.

After all, the profession of savior carries the hope of the entire world and cannot act arbitrarily.

Sometimes, you have to endure the humiliation and bear the heavy burden... The following is omitted.

Scissorhands in front of the checkout counter, selfie, circle of friends.

Today is another beautiful day when the Savior works hard, is self-sufficient, and fends for himself.

The Seven Giants from Hell all liked it.

Looking back at the evil dragon Lena, after she stuffed me into her seat, she was in a hidden corner at the deepest part of the checkout counter, curled up on a reclining chair, covered with a thin blanket, and fell asleep.

Greedy and sleepy, this fantasy truly made me shiver. I even had the urge to take her to sleep. I crept closer to her, put my ear against her belly, and listened carefully to her movements.

But when I thought about the busy, but actually eye-catching, crew-cut guys in the dining area outside, I obediently gave up the urge.

What are you thinking? Even if you return to reality, the little female dragon's belly can't hear anything. When did Miss Bailong say that it would take one or two hundred years to gestate, and now you can hear her balls?

Speaking of eggs... forget it, let's not talk about it. Even Miss Bailong can't tell what it will be like when it is born.

I lay down on the table bored and yawning. These days, when ordering and paying by scanning a QR code, the cashier is just a decoration most of the time. Besides, it was already past meal time, and there were three or two kittens in the store. It’s really frustrating and frustrating.

It would be great if Miss Bailong was here. She is careful and gentle, and would definitely take the initiative to chat with me to pass the boring time. Unlike the little female dragon, who just takes care of herself and sleeps.

He turned the air conditioner up a few degrees, lay down on the cashier counter, and yawned several times in succession. His eyelids began to open and close, and then he narrowed his eyes slowly. He was thinking randomly in his mind that if he fell asleep, he might go back.

It's a pity when I think about it. The new characters of the girls are quite interesting. I still have some ideas and methods to break the illusion. If I could go to an Internet cafe again, bring a basket of small bug amulets handed down from my ancestors, and torture them several times with 800*600 resolution. The Three Demon Gods are even better.

Mimi Huhu, half asleep and half awake, heard several clear and loud tapping sounds from his ears against the table.

Opening his eyes and looking up, a suspicious guy came into view.

Wearing a black hooded coat, a mask, sunglasses, and a hat, covering his head tightly, I only often see guys like this among the Shinigami elementary school students, and most of them are either murderers or about to burp.

Petite in stature, with a slender figure, a few strands of brown bangs and sideburns, inadvertently exposed from the hat, and bulging breasts that cannot be covered by a loose coat, and other unconcealable features, it can be seen that the other party is a woman.

"Boss, let's have some grilled fish." The girl's voice was young, melodious, charming, and could easily stimulate male hormones. It was deliberately suppressed to be low and hoarse. Just like her dress, it was full of disguise.

"Scan the code?" I scratched my hair, stretched, and subconsciously wanted to reach out to the other person, rub it through the coat and hat, and check the feel of the ears. I thought it was not appropriate, but I couldn't help but stand up. He leaned half out from the cashier counter, lowered his eyes, and glanced at the other person's butt.

The perfect curvature that cannot be concealed by a coat, round and upturned, is the best among women I have ever seen. Of course, this is not what I want to see, although it is very tempting.

"You didn't bring your cell phone, boss." The other party took a few steps back alertly and said.

"Okay." I operated the computer a few times and found that I couldn't place orders at all, so I glanced at the menu posted in a hidden corner of the cashier.

"138 for one serving. What does it taste like? Do you want to add vegetables?"

"Don't add it, it's salty."

"Guest, there is only garlic or spicy flavor here, not salty flavor."

It’s salty and salty. Did you think you were buying peanuts?

"That's spicy." The other person thought for a moment and then added: "Twice the salt."

"..."

I was wondering whether the addition of salt...is considered an addition of vegetables and whether I need to pay more.

“It’s better to eat here if you want to take it away.”

"Pack."

"The take-out fee is 12." I took another look at the menu. It was a little expensive. Ordinary people don't usually take take-out. If they want to take out, they won't eat grilled fish.

"It's okay, pack up."

"Do you want anything else? Our salted pork knuckles, salt and pepper shrimps, salt-baked chicken, salty platter, salted tofu, and fried bacon with pickled vegetables are all our signature flavors."

You could see that the smooth white throat under the other person's mask had a surge of gurgling. He seemed to hesitate for a few seconds, then shook his head.

"Forget it, forget it, order it next time."

"Oh." I checked the menu again and again. In fact, the dishes I just mentioned...

None.

This shop is not like other coquettish bitches, it is very dedicated and only sells grilled fish. If you like it or not, don’t ask why, it’s because the boss behind the scenes likes it.

"Okay, please wait a moment, it will take about twenty minutes."

I glanced at the evil dragon Lena who was still sleeping soundly, then looked at the empty kitchen, rolled up my sleeves, and started doing it myself.

After all, I know the amount of salt best.

The suspicious, non-Iba girl, let’s call her that for the time being, sat down at the table closest to the kitchen and waited. Through her sunglasses and through the glass, she could feel her gaze, which seemed to be scanning her around. , but the number and time of scanning on myself is obviously the highest.

Uh...what kind of wonderful encounter will this be? A little bit of expectation.

After a while, in about ten minutes, the grilled fish was ready. This is what a professional master looks like. The improvement in skill level greatly reduces the CD time. Others take twenty minutes to cook a dish, but I can compress it to ten minutes, while others need ten minutes. I can do it instantly. If others only need five minutes, I can prepare it for the guests five minutes in advance. The guests have just finished ordering, eh...

The food here is cold.

This is what a master is like, he can predict the future and can do things that others cannot.

After packing it up and placing it in front of the cashier, there was no Israeli girl carrying the packing box and leaving. There was no further trouble. I was a little surprised that it went smoothly, but that's okay.

Take your time, don't rush, and see what kind of surprise this illusion has in store for you.

After lying down again, I had a peaceful sleep. When I opened my eyes, I was awakened by the commotion in the store and the intrusive sight. I don’t know why there were more customers. I looked at the time and saw that it was already evening. It was already here. During peak dining hours, the store is almost full.

Fully half of the people who looked over from covertly looked at her with penetrating eyes, as if they were saying, Where is the waitress? Where is my waitress? Why is there a mediocre man lying there sleeping? Is this store still planning to do business? Is there any final decision this day?

The waitress doesn't have one, but the dragon lady does have one.

I yawned and glanced at the little female dragon sleeping soundly in the deepest part of the cashier counter that only I could see, ignoring the noise. Well, she has a peerless face. She is definitely the Xi Tzu in the world of grilled fish. If I could put that picture It would be even more perfect if the fandudu's cherry mouth was wiped away. Those two-dimensional beautiful girls on TV often don't have mouths. What is this called, the cartoonist's forward-thinking vision!

Perhaps sensing my malice, the little female dragon opened her eyes, rubbed them, turned over, sat up, and waved to me, speaking concisely.

"Grilled fish, ten servings."

I figured it out. She forced me to stay here, not because of any work responsibilities. She clearly wanted to wait until I had a full sleep and digestion before letting me cook grilled fish.

"Miss, it's the peak dining period, please wait." I pointed to the busy kitchen, where the stove was not enough.

"That's not easy. You guys, drive away half of the annoying guys... no, drive them all away." The little female dragon ordered the flat-headed brother without thinking.

What's even worse is that these flat-headed brothers actually intend to carry out such ridiculous orders.

I managed to persuade and promised to prepare ten portions of grilled fish as soon as possible, but the evil dragon Lena reluctantly gave up the plan, yawned, glanced at the noisy restaurant with disgust, and then...

I turned around and opened a secret door on the innermost wall of the cash register. From my angle, I could just see that it was twenty or thirty square meters in size, with beds, sofas, TVs, and computers, and the layout was extremely luxurious.

She told me to bring it in after it was ready. She flipped up her silky purple hair and closed the door with her backhand, taking away countless regretful looks.

Anyway, I was dumbfounded by what I saw. When I looked back, I thought, why didn’t this guy just go inside and sleep in the afternoon.

Forget it, this is probably the willfulness of the eldest lady.

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