Zhou Bai rarely suffered such treatment before this dungeon.

After thinking about it for a while, I couldn't help but laugh a little.

But when I think of the homeless people who suffer such treatment every day, I suddenly find it hard to laugh.

He calmed down his mood, then smiled again and said to the waiter in front of him.

"This pig's trotters smells quite good.

How much does it cost?"

The waiter looked suspicious.

"Can you afford it?

Excellent roasted pig's trotters, 68 yuan each.

How about it? Just pay."

Zhou Bai stared at the boss inside the shop, who was brushing the sauce with his head down.

"Oh, that's how it is.

Are all your roasted pig's trotters made by him?"

The waiter was young and could easily be led astray by Zhou Bai's ideas.

"Yes, that's our boss.

All the roasted pig's trotters in our store are made by him."

Zhou Bai continued to talk.

"He did it all?

Then isn’t it hard for him?

He's been standing in front of the barbecue all day, doesn't he have to leave?"

The waiter felt that this person had so many problems and started to become a little irritated when he spoke.

"Do you think everyone doesn't have to work like you?

Our boss goes to work every day, except for eating and going to the toilet, he spends most of his time roasting pig's trotters."

Zhou Bai glanced at the business hours posted on the door of the store.

"Then doesn't he have to wait until you get off work at 10pm before he can leave in front of the barbecue?"

The waiter rolled his eyes at Zhou Bai.

"if not?

So, do you want to buy pig’s trotters or not?”

Zhou Bai smiled at him.

"Of course I won't buy it.

68 yuan each, do you think I’m a fool?”
Chapter completed!