God-level system: I am the big boss of the villain

Chapter 77 But We Don't Want To Eat For You
"No way, I have nothing but money, so I can only pay for the treat."

Mr. Zhao enjoys flattery very much.

"Brother Muyun, why haven't you come yet? I'm starving to death."

"It doesn't matter if you're waiting, I'm willing to wait, the premise is that it's not a dark dish."

Su Yihan and Chen Xuewei drank water and waited for Mu Yun to come.

"Yo, the two beauties are hungry."

Mr. Zhao showed a smile that he thought was pretty, and walked over in figure eight steps.

His eyes fell on the two women at the same time: "Extreme beauty, there is no such high-value, pure natural beauty in the club, I have to take it down for fun!"

The two women took a look at him and ignored him. They were obviously here to strike up a conversation, and they were not interested in talking to him.

But Mr. Zhao didn't care at all, and instead introduced himself: "Hi, ladies, I'm Zhao Feng, I was given the nickname Mr. Zhao, and I have nothing at home, only money."

"Today we met by fate, it means that we are destined to share somewhere, can you do me a favor and let me treat you to a light meal?"

"Not interested." The two women said in unison.

"Interests can be cultivated." Mr. Zhao still didn't care.

"Miss, our Mr. Zhao has a crush on you."

"If you follow Mr. Zhao, you will have money to spend!"

"Our Mr. Zhao is rich and talented, and can satisfy you in every way!"

His cronies and friends, knowing that the opportunity to flatter has come, screamed out one by one.

"Miss, can I sit here?"

Mr. Zhao said, he was asking, but he dragged the chair over with his hand, ready to sit down.

Seeing this, the two girls showed angry faces. That was the seat of Brother Mu Yun (fiance)!
"You're sitting in the wrong seat." Mu Yun, who was carrying the dishes, suddenly appeared beside him, and said abruptly.

"Let's go, a little waiter dares to meddle in my business."

Seeing that Mu Yun was holding the dish in his hand, he thought it was a waiter, Mr. Zhao immediately disdained it.

Mu Yun really didn't bother to pay attention to the clown, walked around him and put the dishes on the table.

"You..." Mr. Zhao was a little upset, and wanted to say something more, but when he saw the scallion-boiled mutton on the plate, he swallowed his saliva and rubbed his hands: "Spicy scallion-boiled mutton."

Then he looked at Su Yihan and Chen Xuewei: "Miss, do you mind having an extra pair of chopsticks?"

How could the two girls agree to him, and immediately wanted to say no.

But Mr. Zhao's thick skin was beyond imagination, he directly took a chair and sat down, also took a pair of chopsticks, ready to strike.

"You don't have the right to eat this fried mutton with green onions." Mu Yun grabbed his chopsticks.

He cooked the dishes for the two girls, and also for himself, for others to eat?
No way!I don't have that qualification either!

"This is for the two ladies, it's none of your business!"

Dare to snatch his chopsticks, Mr. Zhao was furious.

"But we don't want to feed you." The two women said.

Mr. Zhao was embarrassed, his anger disappeared, he was punctured in public, and he couldn't hold back his face.

The people who came here to eat laughed when they heard this.

However, Mr. Zhao's thick skin was beyond imagination, and he looked at Mu Yun with arrogance when what happened just now did not happen.

"You say I'm not qualified to eat? Do you know how much I spend here a month? I can't afford it?"

"Give me another plate of stir-fried mutton with green onions! I can't believe it, how expensive it is!"

"You are not qualified to eat." Mu Yun looked down at him and said again.

"Hahaha! I'm not qualified to eat?"

Mr. Zhao laughed back angrily, and looked at his group of friends: "Did you hear that he said that I am not qualified to eat?"

(End of this chapter)