Chapter 70

Chapter 70

When the person put the characters together, didn’t they spell out the word “Unpalatable”?

“Go, go, go, let’s get out of here.”

The two of them pulled at each other, hurrying away from the entrance of Youyou Restaurant.

Inside, Yun Youyou watched the two of them flee as if for their lives, feeling quite puzzled.

She walked over to the Rich guy. “Didn’t those two want to come in and eat just now? Why did they suddenly leave?”

The Rich guy replied nonchalantly, “Who knows? Maybe they just weren’t hungry anymore.”

Yun Youyou had no choice but to accept this reality.

For the entire morning, Youyou Restaurant had almost no business.

Even though the Rich guy was shouting so enthusiastically outside, not a single person came over.

“Sister Yun! I’ve brought you some customers!”

Shamate strode in like a gust of wind, sweeping into Yun Youyou’s Restaurant.

Yun Youyou wasn’t happy; instead, she looked at him suspiciously.

“Since when are you so kind-hearted?”

Shamate said affectionately, “Hey, our relationship is rock-solid! I’m your little brother! From now on, you can call me Xiao Ma, or even Mama if you like.”

Yun Youyou: … No, I am definitely not calling you “Mama.”

However, she suddenly realized that she didn’t seem to know Shamate’s real name.

“By the way, what’s your name?”

Shamate scratched the back of his head, looking a bit embarrassed. “Maybe you shouldn’t ask.”

At that moment, the Red-haired Trendy Guy threw an arm around Shamate’s shoulder and said with a mischievous grin, “His name is actually quite something! He’s called Shaqima!”

Shaqima?

Yun Youyou nodded silently and praised him, “Good name, good name! It makes one’s mouth water just hearing it.”

Shamate’s face turned red.

He angrily shook the Red-haired Trendy Guy’s hand off his shoulder.

“Tch, my name is nothing. His name is the one that sounds good!”

Yun Youyou asked curiously, “Then what’s his name?”

Shamate gave a wicked smile. “He’s called Hong Tai Lang!”

Hong Tai Lang?

Then where was Hui Tai Lang?

Yun Youyou looked at the two of them, stifling a laugh. “Good names, both of them. Your names are truly wonderful!”

Yun Youyou gave them both a thumbs-up.

Fortunately, her mother had given her a normal name and hadn’t called her Yun Kuaikuai or Yun Manman.

Yun Youyou silently thanked her dear mother in her heart.

Standing outside, the Rich guy also encountered a strange customer.

This customer wore a white shirt that had been washed until it turned yellow. His suit pants barely contained a rounded beer belly, exposing a section of his ankles. Below were nylon stockings paired with leather shoes.

He looked to be up there in years, probably around forty.

Seeing this customer about to step inside, the Rich guy quickly blocked him. “Are you sure you really, really, really want to eat here?”

As he spoke, the Rich guy winked frantically at the customer.

However, this Nylon Stockings Brother not only ignored the Rich guy’s warning but instead asked, “Are those eyes under your eyebrows just for show? Can’t you see I’m coming in?”

The Rich guy was so angry he almost laughed.

What kind of person was this!

He was kindly trying to warn him, yet the man had such a bad attitude. Did he really think he was God?

At this moment, the Rich guy no longer cared about the other party’s status as a ghost.

Anyway, Yun Youyou was here.

He puffed out his chest, let out a cold laugh, and said to Nylon Stockings Brother, “Go ahead and eat then. Just try not to let that belly of yours explode – it might just burst out a stomach full of Toads.”

Nylon Stockings Brother frowned in dissatisfaction. “Aren’t you just a lowly waiter? Don’t you know that the customer is God?”
Rich guy put his hands on his hips and shot back, “Then do you know this place is Hell? Lord Yama is inside waiting for you right now.”

Nylon Stockings Brother let out a scoff. “Then why don’t you call Lord Yama out so I can have a look?”

Rich guy mimicked his scoff and shouted at the top of his lungs, “Yun Youyou! Someone’s looking for you!”

Yun Youyou was still talking to Shamate and the others. Hearing Rich guy’s call, she walked out with a puzzled expression.

“Who’s looking for me?”

Rich guy pointed at Nylon Stockings Brother standing in front of him.

Yun Youyou didn’t recognize the man either.

“What do you want with me?”

Nylon Stockings Brother’s eyes instantly lit up the moment he saw Yun Youyou.

“Wow! Beautiful, you’re very bright!”

Yun Youyou gave him a flat look. “The lightbulbs in my Restaurant are also very bright.”

Rich guy even went out of his way to run over and turn on every single light in the lobby.

It was indeed very bright.

By then, Shamate and the others had also come over.

Shamate slapped his forehead. “I forgot to tell you-this is the guest we brought over.”

After saying that, he leaned into Yun Youyou’s ear and whispered, “He’s that ghost with the ‘leadership complex.’ I heard you were great at treating mental illness in the last Instance, so why don’t you go ahead and fix that dog brain of his while you’re at it?”

Having reported the situation, Shamate stood to the side.

Yun Youyou understood.

She gave Rich guy a look. “Take him over to a seat first.”

Rich guy led him away reluctantly.

Nylon Stockings Brother moved, but his gaze remained fixed on Yun Youyou.

Yun Youyou was used to people sneaking glances at her; she had long ago learned how to automatically tune out the scrutinizing stares of others.

She glanced sideways at Shamate. “Speak. Why did you bring him here?”

Shamate looked innocent. “I wanted to help you get more customers so you could make more money, of course.”

Yun Youyou: “Heh.”

Under the pressure of her cold laugh, Shamate finally told the truth.

“It’s because this prick is too much of a torment. Once you’ve dealt with him, you’ll know just how annoying he is.”

If it weren’t for the fact that he couldn’t beat the guy in a fight, Shamate would have slapped that pancake face of his a long time ago.

Yun Youyou looked at Nylon Stockings Brother, who was sitting by the window. “Is he really that difficult?”

Shamate didn’t dare say it out loud, only muttering in his heart: *Anyway, he’s more difficult than you.*

On the other side, Rich guy was about to go crazy.

As soon as they sat down, Nylon Stockings Brother looked at the table with disgust.

“Look how dirty this table is! Hurry up and wipe it down!”

Rich guy thought the table was perfectly clean.

He gave it a few casual swipes with a rag. “There, done.”

Nylon Stockings Brother was still dissatisfied. “How can you get it clean with that rag? Can’t you change it for a new one?”

Rich guy looked at the rag in his hand.

“I think it’s pretty clean. It’s cleaner than your face, at least.”

Rich guy’s voice was too low for Nylon Stockings Brother to hear clearly.

“Get me an order of lobster and an order of abalone. The lobster needs to be from ’82, and the abalone has to be from the Pacific Ocean.”

Rich guy’s eyes rolled so far back they nearly hit the ceiling.

With a long face, he coldly spat out a few words.

“We don’t have those. We only have thick-skinned pig heads.”

Nylon Stockings Brother didn’t realize Rich guy was insulting him.

He waved a hand. “I don’t eat pork. It doesn’t suit my status.”

Rich guy laughed.

He muttered under his breath, “Good thing you don’t eat it, otherwise wouldn’t that be cannibalism?”