I am a god in the escape game by drawing cards

Chapter 130 I Have a Friend 5
Fang Muge just cleaned up the table and was about to go to the kitchen to have a look.

Sister Zhang suddenly reached out to block Fang Muge's way, and asked with an inexplicable expression: "I have a question, do you have any friends?"

Fang Muge looked up at Sister Zhang, and answered naturally, "Of course."

"Oh?" Sister Zhang looked excited, "Can you introduce me to your friend?"

Fang Muge shook his head: "Sister Zhang, it's working time now, so it's not good to talk about personal topics all the time? Why don't I tell you about my friend after work is over?"

"Okay." Instead of being angry, Sister Zhang happily agreed.

Sister Zhang glanced at Fang Muge triumphantly, hummed happily, and turned around to do other things.

Looking at Sister Zhang's cheerful back, Fang Muge's eyes narrowed slightly.

Could it be that avoiding answering questions about friends will cause more trouble in the future?

"Waiter, add more vegetables! Another ten plates of duck tongue!" A guest waved at Fang Muge.

"Okay, wait a minute." Fang Muge immediately turned around and went to the kitchen to serve new dishes.

Xia Fanxing put plates of duck tongues on the tray Fang Muge was holding, and complained with a complicated expression: "I guess from now on, I don't want to eat any tongues anymore."

"Believe me, you can't avoid it. Our tongue feast is not far away." Fang Muge replied meaningfully.

Hearing this, Xia Fanxing's expression changed, and he put the last plate of duck tongues on the tray with eyes full of disgust, and waved his hand: "Hurry up, hurry up."

Fang Muge came to the guest's table with ten servings of duck tongues: "Hello, here are ten servings of duck tongues you ordered newly, please use it slowly."

"Don't go yet, just stay here and iron our duck tongues." A man with dyed yellow hair grabbed Fang Muge and asked for service.

"Okay, I'm happy to serve you." Fang Muge stood aside as he said and began to warm the duck's tongue.

There were only three people at this table, two men and one woman.

Opposite the yellow hair is a couple with killer looks, and the fiery red bangs on the forehead of the boy in the couple are almost hanging down into the pot.

With Fang Muge helping to iron the duck's tongue, Huangmao can spare time to brag:
"I have a friend, he is a particularly generous rich second generation. Every time I eat with him, he always rushes to pay the bill."

"What's particularly funny is that once he went to someone else's wedding, and when he left, he also settled the money from the wedding banquet."

"I heard that their gardeners only need to weed and weed every day, and their salary is more than 1 yuan and they also have social security. Damn, it makes me want to apply for a job at their home."

"Once my phone was out of battery and I asked him to borrow a power bank, but he gave me a phone directly. It's so generous, I'm so envious."

"I invited him to my house for dinner once, but he brought a dishwasher directly, saying that he was afraid that it would be inconvenient for me to wash the dishes."

"When he was leaving after dinner, he felt that the road downstairs from my house was a bit cramped, so he directly called someone to help repair the road. I was also speechless."

"Huangmao, are you bragging? With your circle of friends, how could you know such a generous friend? You bragging, I almost believed it." The boy who killed Matt didn't believe Huangmao's words at all.

"Is this a joke? I seem to have heard it before." The girl who killed Matt wrinkled her face and tried to remember.

"I'm not bragging!" Huang Mao argued loudly, "What I said is true, I really know such a generous rich second generation!"

As Huang Mao finished speaking, Fang Muge saw a dark, unidentified humanoid creature push open the door of the hotpot restaurant and walk in.

The boy who killed Matt didn't take it seriously: "Since you say it's true, then tell us, what's your friend's name? If you have the ability, call him out and let us get to know each other!"

Huang Mao was in a hurry, and said nonsense: "My friend is surnamed Zhao, and he is a famous rich second generation here. I'll just ask him if he's free..."

Before Huang Mao took out his mobile phone and asked if the rich second generation surnamed Zhao was free, the dark, unidentified humanoid creature put his arms around Huang Mao's neck, and said sadly:
"No need to ask, I'm free, you just introduce me to them."

Huang Mao turned his head in horror: "You... who are you?"

The dark, unidentified humanoid creature grinned: "I'm your rich second-generation friend surnamed Zhao."

Putting the hot duck tongue on the dinner plates of several guests, Fang Muge silently took a few steps back, watching the follow-up development with a blank expression.

Not long after, the dark humanoid unknown creature successfully obtained the identity of the rich second generation surnamed Zhao by coercing Huangmao, and its appearance became no different from that of a normal person.

"Waiter, each of the tongues will have two servings. I will pay for today's meal." The rich second generation waved towards Fang Muge.

"Okay, please wait a moment." Fang Muge immediately turned around to prepare new dishes.

Hearing this, the Shamat men and women were all happy.

"Brother Zhao, you are indeed as Huang Mao said, and you are very generous!" the boy who killed Matt boasted.

"Hahaha, we thought Huangmao was bragging at first, but we didn't expect Huangmao to have such a rich second-generation friend like you." The girl who killed Matt instantly turned into a fangirl.

"You are Huangmao's friends, you are my friends. A mere hot pot meal is not worth mentioning." The rich second generation said quite grandly.

Seeing this, Huang Mao, who was still a little uncomfortable at first, straightened up instantly, with a proud expression on his face, as if he really had such a rich second-generation friend.

Waiting for Fang Muge to bring the new dishes, the four of Huang Mao chatted with their tongues happily.

"No, these tongues are delicious, but I really can't eat them anymore." The girl from Shamat said regretfully, covering her bulging stomach.

"I'm also completely full." The boy who killed Matt answered, "Thank you Brother Zhao for your hospitality."

"This is the most satisfying hot pot meal I've ever had. Brother Zhao, it's an honor to meet you." Huang Mao climbed onto Fuerdai's shoulders familiarly.

The rich second generation brushed Huang Mao's hand away, and said in a strange tone: "Are you full? Great, I'm not full yet."

"Brother Zhao, are you still full?" Shamate's boy was surprised at first, and then suddenly realized, "That's right, the three of us have been eating all the time, Brother Zhao, you haven't touched your chopsticks much."

"Come on, Brother Zhao, there are still a lot of tongues here, let me burn them for you." Huang Mao graciously picked up the cow's tongue and threw it into the boiling pot.

"Hehehe, I don't like to eat my tongue." The rich second generation refused.

"But this hot pot restaurant only has tongues..." The girl from Shamate looked hesitant.

"Who said this store only has tongues?" The rich second generation smiled strangely, "Aren't there you guys?"

The boy who killed Matt was at a loss when he heard the words: "There are us? Hahaha, Brother Zhao, what you said, is it possible that you plan to treat us as a dish?"

"Why not?" As he said, the rich second generation suddenly reached out and pushed the three people at the table into the boiling pot.

When the heads of the three people at the table approached the hot pot, the air suddenly fluctuated slightly.

In an instant, the three of Huangmao shrank a lot and were smoothly pushed into the boiling pot.

(End of this chapter)