Chapter 312

Wang's steamed stuffed bun shop is decorated in a simple way and retains the traditional style. The first floor is the hall and the second floor is the private room. Stepping on the solid wood stairs, it makes a "creak" sound. Three people sit on the ancient solid wood square table, and the waiter delivers the menu.

Brahma picked up the menu and did not look at it carefully. He said directly to the waiter, "this page is all up!"

The waiter frowned slightly. He had seen Niubi, and he had never seen such Niubi. He looked at three people. Even the old man was white and dressed in a long robe. The young man was wearing wet pajamas and asked, "I just want to ask who will pay for the meal after a while?"

The waiter said in his heart that the three people didn't have a bag. He was curious where they would take out the money after dinner?

"Pay the bill? What's the bill? " Ye Han asked with a frown.

Luo Zhan was also stunned. He had never heard of the word and looked at the waiter.

As soon as the waiter saw that it was broken, these three people should have come out of the mental hospital, thinking that they should call the police to find an opportunity.

Brahma gave a wry smile and said, "to pay is to pay. He is afraid that we have no money to pay."

The two old monsters looked at each other. They and Brahma were the number one people. When they went out, they all had money. They both looked at Brahma and said that it was you who came to eat. Should you bring money?

Brahma shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands in the air, and said with a bitter smile, "don't look at me. Do I look like a man with money? Don't say I wear this, I usually wear formal clothes without money. "

"Cough!" The waiter held his arm and said in a cold voice, "you two are old and one is young. Don't you want to eat overlord's food? If you don't inquire about the reputation of Wang's steamed bun shop in Los Angeles, get out of here

The waiter of Wang's steamed stuffed bun shop went down in history. The ancestors of two of the four Xiuzhen families of Chinese origin came to visit, and the king of spirit, Brahma, was scolded by him for paying the bill, which later generations talked about with relish.

"You want to die..." Ye Han white eyebrow a pick, angry voice way.

"Brother ye, if you don't get angry, you'll lose your identity if you agree with a younger generation." Luo Zhan calmed Ye Han with a quick voice and said to the waiter, "young man, we are in a hurry to go out. We don't have any money, and I won't eat and drink for nothing. If you do this, you call Wang baozi to me. When he sees me, I'll make it clear to him face to face. He won't accept any money for sure!"

The waiter was slightly stunned. Wang baozi was also called Wang baozi. He was the founder of baozi shop. His bones were rotten. The old guy even knew him. It's a ghost. He sighed: "Wang baozi has long been a crane in the West. He steamed vegetarian stuffed buns for Buddha."

"Then call your boss!" Luo Zhan's attitude is very amiable and says that killing people pays for their lives, and it's natural for them to pay for their meals. People should open their doors to do business.

"All right! You wait. " The waiter sighed and turned away.

After a while, the waiter and an old man in his sixties came up. The waiter came up to Luo Zhan and said, "this is our boss!"

Luo Zhan looked at the boss and said, "I remember the last time I came to your steamed stuffed bun shop. You were only a teenager at that time. I'm afraid you didn't know me. I have some friendship with your father Wang baozi, so I want you to sell me a favor. We want to have a meal with you today. Hang up the bill first. Later, I'll ask my disciples to send you the money. Will you see if it's ok?"

Wang Xian looked at Luo Zhan for a long time, but he couldn't remember. But when someone mentioned his father, he asked tentatively, "do you know Wang baozi?"

"Wang baozi, of course I know..."

"But I don't know you!" Wang Xian narrowed his eyes and snatched the voice.

Luo Zhan frowned. He did not expect that Wang baozi's son would not give him face. As soon as he was about to get angry, he saw a pair of calligraphy and paintings on the wall. He said in a hurry, "see, those four words are very successful in the world. They are what I wrote in those years and I gave them to Wang baozi!"

"Elder brother, I think you are very old. If you are hungry, you can tell me the truth. I will give you two steamed buns for one person. After eating, you can leave quickly. My grandfather has been dead for nearly 100 years. You have friendship with him. Don't you burn newspapers in the grave and fool ghosts?"

"So you're his grandson?" Luo Zhan frowned, a little embarrassed, did not expect to make a mistake, closed for a long time, Wang baozi grandson are so big, urgent voice asked.

"Go and get them six steamed buns and send them away. After that, keep your eyes long and don't invite all the guests into the room." Wang Xian said impatiently.

Luo Zhan was so angry that he lived for more than 300 years and had not suffered from such cowardice. He smashed the table with a slap and said in a cold voice, "how can I be so unreasonable? My name of Luo Zhan is worth ten thousand taels of gold. You even humiliated me with those steamed buns. I have to tear down your shop today!"

Wang Xian was stunned and turned to watch the table smashed. He lived more than 60 years. He was a showman, a wanderer, a salesman, a white wolf with two hands, a brick with one hand, and a big stone on his chest. He was so upset that he yelled to the waiter, "let them pay for the table, or else nobody will go away If you can't, report it to the police! "

The waiter looked at Luo Zhan in amazement, glanced at Ye Han and then at Brahma. He turned his eyes and said in a hurry, "boss, it's OK. Don't be angry. I'll pay for this table. I don't want my salary this month. I'll treat three guests to steamed stuffed buns. I'll try my best to eat them!""You Good Money will do! " Wang Xian pointed to the waiter and walked away. He just had to pay for the bun.

"You three, change tables! Just eat steamed stuffed buns! I'll treat you to whatever you like. Just go through the whole menu as the little brother said The waiter said in a hurry.

Fantian and the two old monsters sat down at a different table. The waiter said, "just a moment, I'll go and make a list now!"

"It's not that I say you've lived a long time, and you're still so angry. What's the time? You can't play without money!" Vatican looked at Luo Zhan and sighed: "master, what's the matter with you old man? You are so angry that you can't make it. The boss looks like an Iron Rooster. Besides, who let us have no money?"

Ye Han waved his hand and said to Luo Zhan, "forget it, brother Luo. What Brahma said is right. We are not reasonable. We can't make mistakes with such people. However, this waiter is very good."

"Well!" Luo Zhan's face was gloomy, and he gave a cold hum.

Fantian reached out and took a head of garlic from the plate, pulled it out, put it in the plate, put it in front of Luo Zhan and said, "master! I'm going to be filial to you. After eating this steamed stuffed bun, you and I will have the best fate. Don't forget to bring money when you go out for dinner. That's all I can say. Take care of yourself

Luo Zhan frowns slightly. It's a bit unpleasant to hear what Brahma says. But the trouble is too big for him. It's just killing Luo Yingjie. He blames Ye Huan and almost makes Luo ye and his family go to war! Ten lives is not enough for him to die!

Luo Zhan sighed in his heart, Brahma! You silly child, even if I can forgive you, ye Han will not let you go!