Loving you is the sweetest thing in my heart 💕

Chapter 22

{I wish my master could like me}

During the rush hour, the streets are full of traffic and the sound of car horns keeps coming and going. The small restaurant on the side of the road was also buzzing with people and bustling.

The family members of many patients in the First Affiliated Hospital wanted to eat, the nearby office workers wanted to eat, and even the students of F University who came out to improve their meals also wanted to eat. To catch up with the meal time, the traffic surged, and plastic stools were even set up outside the door to wait for seats. .

The waiter was so busy that he didn't touch the floor, he was serving food here, and there was another customer asking for tissues; the left ear heard "Handsome guy, pay the bill", and the right ear heard "Why isn't my steamed fish not served yet? Hurry  up."

The store was not big at all, with an area of ​​70 to 80 square meters filled with four round tables and a dozen square tables. When there are too many people, there will be fights on the benches. The people in front sit a little further back, and the space for the people behind will be narrow.

Jisoo has always paid attention to this when eating out, sitting very close to her own table so as not to crowd the guests at the neighboring table. Some people were not so careful, and the squeezed person muttered "Give way" in dissatisfaction, and the other party moved away in cooperation.

But when you meet someone with a bad temper, it is easy to break out conflicts and cause quarrels.

The two tables near the door were not very level, because whoever squeezed the other, and whose arm hit the other, they started to yell.

It was a young man who got angry first, kicked the empty beer bottle, angered, tongue out, slapped the table and shouted: "You squeezed me, you know?"

There was a middle-aged couple sitting at the table behind. The man's complexion was a little pale, as if he was not feeling well, he frowned impatiently and turned around and said, "There are so many people, how can you be free? Do you want to be crowded? Then you go Go eat at a five-star restaurant, what kind of uncle do you pretend to be here.”

"You **** mother!" The young man stood up abruptly, lifted his collar, and shouted with fiery eyes, "Say one more thing!"

The commotion became louder, and everyone in the restaurant turned their heads to look at it.

Although the middle-aged man was sickly, he couldn't lose face in front of others, and insisted, "I just said what's wrong! If you don't learn well at a young age, you don't have any sense of public morality."

"Believe it or not, I'll beat you!" The young man looked anxious, and he clenched his fists as if to hit someone.

The middle-aged man ignored his wife's persuasion and continued to provoke: "Touch me and try! I have a heart attack, so I won't kill you!"

As soon as the words fell, the beer-stained fist fell on his face, his feet swayed, his body tilted, and he pushed down the waiter who stepped forward to try to break the fight. All the dishes on the hands of the waiter were spilled, and the hot vegetable juice splashed on the neighbors, causing screams.

The scene instantly became chaotic.

The two fought together, and the overturned dishes shattered to the ground. The scared screams of women and children came one after another, and the crying dissuasion of the man's wife was almost drowned in the noise.

"Stop beating, my husband has a bad heart! Stop beating!"

Jisoo watched the farce dumbfounded, so surprised that the beef fell from the tip of the chopsticks, thinking whether to call 110 to call the police, suddenly heard Jennie say: "There may be an accident."