Failed blind date: airborne four treasures hugging thighs and calling papa

"Oh, my stomach hurts to death..."

Next to the yellow-haired man are two bald men with tight black T-shirts and dragon and phoenix tattoos on their arms. They look like social people.

A man who seemed to be the leader, with a long scar on his right face and gloomy eyes, stepped on a chair and screamed arrogantly.

"Fuck, who is the boss? Get out of here! If my brother has an accident, I will smash your restaurant!"

Opening the door for business, if diners in the restaurant get poisoned, that's a big deal!
If things get serious and the hotel closes, the boss might face criminal responsibility.

This puffer fish is a new product launched by the hotel years ago.

At the beginning, many diners were afraid to eat it, but the taste was too delicious. Courageous customers challenged their courage to try it, but they became addicted once they ate it.

Hundreds of copies are launched every day, and the supply is still in short supply, and the business is booming.

The boss is Lin Zhentang's comrade-in-arms. He happened to be in charge of the restaurant today. When he heard that someone was poisoned, he rushed to deal with it.

"What happened?"

"Nima, are you blind? My brother is going to die from fugu poisoning!"

"How is it possible? The master who killed the puffer fish has been professionally trained and only holds a special qualification certificate. It is impossible to be poisoned!"

"Fuck you, what's the matter with my brother?"

"This……"

The boss saw Huang Mao foaming at the mouth, rolling over and over on the ground in pain, and realized the seriousness.

"Human life is at stake, call 120 first aid!"

"By the time the ambulance arrives, my brother will die long ago!"

The boss's face turned cold: "Then what do you want?"

"Pay us 10, and we will go to the hospital by ourselves!"

"10 compensation?"

"Yes, it's a matter of losing money! Otherwise, I will smash your restaurant!"

The boss couldn't figure out for a moment whether the yellow hair was really poisoned or fake poisoned?

Seeing him foaming at the mouth, lying on the ground and rolling, it doesn't look like a fake.

Human life is at stake, so pay money to save people first.

Just about to transfer money to the other party, Lin Zhentang stepped forward to stop him.

"Wait!"

"Old Lin, are you coming to eat too?"

"Old Xu, something is wrong. I ate puffer fish just now, and nothing happened! If this yellow hair is really poisoned, a human life is only worth 10?"

Hearing what Lin Zhentang said, the boss also felt that the matter was not simple.

That's right, if a diner is poisoned, he must first go to the hospital for rescue. How can there be time to delay?

Originally, 10 yuan was about to be obtained, but Nima made a "Cheng Yaojin" halfway.

When the man with the scar saw Lin Zhentang interfering, he would show his vicious face.

"Old guy, who are you? Get out of here, if you are sensible! If you are too late to save my brother, I want you to walk around without eating!"

Snapped!
Qin Feng slapped out.

The man with the scar was beaten until his eyes were staring, his eardrums were buzzing, and he managed to gain a firm footing.

"What, my brother was poisoned, you still dare to hit me? I'm fucking your mother..."

Bang!
Qin Feng didn't talk nonsense, his pupils shrank, and he kicked out directly. The scarred man hit the corner of the wall like a cannonball, and fell unconscious on the spot.

The onlookers were stunned!
"Wori, this kid is so ruthless!"

The reason why Qin Feng dared to kick the scarred man angrily was because the system told him just now that the poisoning of the yellow hair was a fake, and everything was fake.

The crowd eating melons didn't know the truth and accused Qin Feng one after another.

"Boy, you can't beat people indiscriminately even if you are good at kung fu. If the diners are poisoned in the restaurant, the boss has to be responsible!"

"Yes, you can't use force to suppress it just because you have a relationship with the boss!"

"It's so unclear, who would dare to eat here after Nima?"

"Poisoning? Everyone, wait and see the good show!"

"Watching a good show?"

"Boss, immediately ask someone to bring a pot of hot oil, preferably the kind that has just been fried, the higher the temperature, the better!"

The boss didn't understand: "What are you doing with hot oil?"

"Don't ask, just ask someone to fetch it!"

"it is good!"

Soon, the waiter brought a pot of hot oil.

Seeing the melon-eating crowd helping him, Huang Mao wailed louder.

"Hey, I got poisoned from eating puffer fish. It hurts me to death. Boss, I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost..."

"Hmph, do you still want to pretend when you're about to die?"

Qin Feng picked up the oil pot, raised the spout to the top of Huang Mao's head, and was about to fall down.

"What about this oil, I just fried chicken wings, not to mention 300 degrees, 200 degrees is indispensable. Everyone, if you say that the oil is poured in, will his yellow hair sparkle?"