Little country villains

The next day, Wu Chen said goodbye to the Fang family and the Wang family, and took Wu Ling back to his hometown.

When I came here, my attitude was very dignified, but now when I come back again, I find that my original attitude is really a little interesting.

After the corpse collector incident, Wu Chen also has a clear understanding of his strength. What I lack is too much. The reason why I want to come to Beijing is not only for Ouyang father and son, but also for Fang Ruoxue.

Just as the saying goes, it's natural for Chong Guan to do that when he was young and frivolous. But in the case of insufficient strength, it is not a good thing to imagine yourself too strong.

After coming back, he not only wants to do well in his own industry and accumulate merits, but also leads his fellow villagers to make a good fortune, so as to realize his value.

At the same time, Wu Chen has to improve his strength, so that he can protect the people he loves and the things he wants to protect.

The strength of hunqianxue and the corpse collector made him very uncomfortable - compared with them, he was too weak!

Wu Chen and Wu Ling take a taxi and return to Cuihua residence.

The reason why I didn't go back to Lvshui village first is that I should take a look at the business here. In addition to the initial stage of construction, I haven't helped here for the rest of the time.

In fact, he is also thinking about the little girl, Abel Khan and Chunling. If Chunling can be trained to be independent, Abel Khan can get out of the things here and do some other things.

What Wu Chen didn't know, however, was that Cui Hua Ju had already encountered some troubles.

At the moment, the chef, Abel Khan, was teaching Chunling some cooking skills when he heard a loud noise coming from the front. Originally, he didn't want to pay attention to it, but he didn't expect that there was a sudden crack of glass outside.

It's obvious that someone smashed the bottle on the ground to make such a sound

As soon as he picked up his eyebrows and pricked up his ears to listen, he confirmed that someone was making trouble in Cuihua house, which had never been possible before. Because Cuihua house is Fang Ruoxue's industry, many fans and nearby office workers would come here for dinner.

Because the dishes are cheap and delicious, so the reputation has been very high, and the people who come here to eat are all high-quality.

It's the first time this has happened.

"Master, it seems that..."

Abel Khan's face was a little serious. He looked at Chunling seriously and said to him, "you can handle this matter. If you can't handle it well, I'll come out again. It's time to practice your ability to deal with problems. "

"All right!"

Chunling didn't feel any embarrassment, on the contrary, she was a little happy, because she knew that Abel Khan was training his ability on purpose, so she did it out of trust.

If you can't handle it well, it's too easy for master to feel disappointed.

Thinking of this, she put down her apron, wiped her hands and walked out of the kitchen.

I saw a few young men standing in the dining room. Their faces were red, and their nasal sounds were very thick. They were gasping for breath when they were drunk.

"You... What are your restaurants? Our elder brothers, just here, want to wait for the little girl Fang Ruoxue to come out. Why, we don't have face, do we? "

Another man echoed: "that's right. Do you look down on the boss? You know, if we don't see Fang Ruoxue here today, we won't go! "

After knowing the cause and effect, Chunling walked over with a smile and said to several people, "gentlemen, what do you want us to say? Don't be angry first, OK?"

"Our boss just wants to see where Fang Ruoxue is. Since your hotel doesn't give us face, we don't want to survive in this street!"

"That's right. Look at this dish with hair. What do you want?"

Chunling looks at these big men who are making trouble, but she is still angry when she thinks that what she is doing is a service industry.

She said to the man with a smile, "Sir, let's not be worried and angry. Where is that hair, please?"

The man saw that Chunling was quite talkative. In fact, it was the so-called soft persimmon. He picked up a hair from the table and said angrily to Chunling, "look, the hair is still there. What do you say?"

Chunling took a careful look and immediately understood what was going on - if these people didn't come to make trouble, they must have drunk too much and wanted to make trouble of them.

But we should be realistic in everything we do, right?

"Sir." Chunling felt the tip of her nose, held back her smile and said to the man, "in fact, what I want to say is... Your hair can't be from our hotel. It's probably your own, right?"

"In our hotel, there is only one chef, that is myself." With a smile, Chunling bowed to the man: "the other apprentices and waiters are also girls. So in this case, if you say that there are two or three centimeters of hair in the meal, maybe you misunderstood something? "

When Chunling said that, the crowd around and the men were a little surprised. Because they didn't expect Chunling to say such a thing.

Now, if they argue any more, they will be a little weak, but they are here to make trouble. If they leave casually, wouldn't it be too bad?

Thinking of this, the strong man at the head suddenly roared: "well, even if what you said is reasonable, we must see Fang Ruoxue today. If you don't see her, you don't want to be good! I'll smash your shop. "

"Boss, I think this little girl is very energetic, or we'll take her away?" A man with an evil face said to Chunling, "would you like to drink with us, little lady?"

What's more, the man rushed up and grabbed Chunling's hand directly. When the people nearby saw it, they just wanted to rush up to help, when they heard a flat voice at the gate of cuihuaju.

"Let her go, or... I'll make it impossible for you to get out of here alive."

All of a sudden, they looked back and found a man in a black windbreaker came in slowly, holding a Marlboro cigarette in his hand, looking at them coldly.