Mo Dawei slapped the table:

"Don't tell me common sense! A person like you is not worthy of eating here!"

"My master, I'll sit here today! What can you do!"

Xiaoyu naturally can't afford to offend Mo Dawei.

She didn't want to cause trouble for Ye Chen, so she looked around and found that it was full and there was no seat.

These people eat and drink slowly, and each table takes more than an hour, even two or three hours.

When will this be waited?

At this time, the foreman looked at Ye Chen up and down and saw that he was wearing street stall goods, which was inconspicuous.

He said without feeling contemptuous:

"If you don't want to wait, go somewhere else to eat! You can't spend much money anyway." The foreman looked at Ye Chen.

At the same time, he looked at Mo Dawei with a smile:

"Manager Mo, what should I do? I'll ask the clerk to come to you."

Mo Dawei looked at Xiaoyu:

"Come on! Sitting next to me! You will only make people laugh at you with that rustic bun, but I can make you the goddess that is noticed by the audience!"

"Great Lafite from 1982, give me 2 bottles!"

Mo Dawei stepped on the chair with a bold step and said to the foreman.

The price of the 1982-year-old Lafite is 75,000 per square meter!

Two bottles of wine alone cost 150,000 yuan!

With the dishes, this table will cost hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Mo Dawei looked at Ye Chen with sarcastic words:

"I can earn more money than you earn for 10 years when I eat this table of food. You guys, are you trash?"

"His name is Ye Chen, and he is the first son-in-law of our Yuncheng!" At this time, I don't know which diner said it with a smile.

"So you are the cowardly trash Ye Chen!" Mo Dawei clapped his hands as if he had discovered a monster, and laughed!

"So you are the super cowardly person in Yuncheng!"

"You stand there, wait until I finish eating, and ask you to get some back." Mo Dawei bent over with a smile.

Ye Chen said:
Chapter completed!