My CP is sending out sugar everyday

13 I invite you to dinner

Over time, the spicy hot pot has lost its previous temperature, but a layer of gray chili oil floated directly on the face, and all kinds of cold spices exuded a strong smell. Gu Baichuan did not keep his hand this time, and finally even lifted it up on the Internet.

Let the spicy hot pot in the plastic bowl be put on his face without saying anything about the soup!

Mr. Yuan was caught off guard by the spicy hot pot. He quickly retreated and bumped into his companion. He stepped on the red oil of the spicy hot pot and hit a lot of people.

Gu Baichuan looked at Mr. Yuan's funny movements with a blank face, and pulled Wen Zhixia back with his backhand.

Mr. Yuan stabilized his body, touched the soup on his face and pointed to Gu Baichuan and scolded angrily, "Fuck! What are you doing?!"

Gu Baichuan's slow-moving up cuffs were covered with a layer of frost, "Don't you like to eat? Let you eat enough."

"You--" Mr. Yuan was angry, and his hands pointing at Gu Baichuan were trembling, stained with sticky solidified red oil, and his hair was even more embarrassed.

The camera was stunned in the back. Who knows why the delivery of a takeaway almost started in the end?

Did he shoot or not?

Mr. Yuan shouted, "I want to complain about you!"

Gu Baichuan was unwilling to show weakness: "Don't complain about your grandson!"

Wen Zhixia: "..."

The original breath in his chest broke up inexplicably because of Gu Baichuan's words, and he almost laughed out of face.

What's the matter with this picture of a primary school student quarreling?

Mr. Yuan was angry with Gu Baichuan's words. After short breathing, he pushed away his companion and said, "I warn you, apologize and compensate me now! Otherwise, I will let you lose your job and hold my thigh and cry!"

Gu Baichuan put his hands around his chest, and the oil and salt could not get in. "As much as you look like a spicy hot pot, do you still have the face to make me apologize? Why did you add spiciness?

Mr. Yuan's last bit of patience was completely exhausted, and he shouted at the top of his voice, "Call the police! Find someone to arrest him!"

It's not good for anyone to make a big deal out of the matter. Mr. Yuan was so angry that he was detained for a bowl of spicy hot pot again. He subconsciously forgot his mistakes and infinitely magnified Gu Baichuan's problem, so he was so confident.

But those friends with Mr. Yuan know what's going on.

It was you who ordered takeaway and didn't stay at home for a long time. You called and said that you would arrive for a while. After delaying others for another time, Mr. Yuan just showed off the matter to them and scolded them several times, and the person opposite should have heard it.

So what if you are detained for spicy hot pot? It's your fault. If it's too big, let others know that you will be scolded.

After clearing the clue, Mr. Yuan's companion came forward and pulled, "Come on, brother. He seems to be a Chinese. It's not easy to go out to work. It's just a bowl of spicy hot pot."

Mr. Yuan pointed to the marks on his head and face, "Is this a bowl of spicy hot pot?"

While talking, Mr. Yuan hung a wisp of golden needle mushroom on his head, which was just in the middle of Mr. Yuan's eyes.

Everyone: "..."

Wen Zhixia signed the delivery order and threw it into the private room and said, "The goods have been delivered. If it's okay, go first. Remember to give a good comment."