"A portion of egg fried rice is sold to you for this price? Boss, have you fallen in love with money?" Zhao Xin's eyes widened.
"You get what you pay for. Just take a look at how much meat there is. You're obviously taking advantage and being nice." Kan said with a pained look on his face.
Xin Zhao looked at the diced meat in the egg fried rice, which was not much bigger than that in a certain chef, and felt like crying without tears.
"Why is your black-bone chicken so white? Are you cutting corners?" The corners of Qiangwei's mouth twitched crazily.
"Didn't you see that the pictures and dish names written next to it are for reference only?" Kan looked disdainful.
Qiangwei used her left hand to forcefully press down her right hand that was still trembling with anger when she picked up the throwing knife.
"To put it bluntly, you just want to be free and prostitute, right?" Kan still looked at the people complaining in the restaurant with contempt.
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This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
