The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

"Why are these wonderful flowers here?" Hao Lianlian rolled her eyes very gracelessly.

Isn't the object of the voice the middle-aged woman, Zhang Xiaoman's mother?

"Who knows, regardless of her." Gu Lingling said.

She can't guarantee other places, but this is their territory. Does Zhang Xiaoman and her mother want to make trouble? Then we have to see where it is.

"I said, is your little girl deaf?" Zhang Xiaoman's mother pointed to the waiter and said, "there are so many people waiting in line here. You can pick it up by yourself. What do you mean?"

"The big guy said, didn't he?" Zhang Xiaoman's mother said with her mouth curled.

"Yes." Someone echoed, "didn't we say we didn't have a place when we came here? Why do we have it now?"

"Yes, yes." Zhang Xiaoman's mother followed, "what's the matter with your shop? Don't fool us by thinking it's delicious."

"Everyone, what's the matter?" At this time, a man like a manager ran out and smiled at everyone.

"Are you the manager here?" Zhang Xiaoman's mother pointed to the waiter and said, "I suspect that your waiter has taken advantage of others. This person doesn't line up and goes directly to eat."

"Yes, yes, we all saw it." A few people waiting for dinner sitting on the side followed.

"Are you talking about them?" The manager pointed to Yang Yunhai and others and said with a smile.

"It's them." Zhang Xiaoman's mother pointed to the manager and said, "I now ask you to give us their private room. This position should be ours."

After all, they have been waiting here for so long, and it's their turn to have another place.

"I'm afraid it won't work." The manager said in embarrassment.

"Why not?" Zhang Xiaoman's mother raised her voice and said, "can't we afford the money or how?"

"This... This is not a matter of money." The manager frowned and said, "it's also a matter of money."

"What do you mean by this person?" Zhang Xiaoman's mother raised her voice and said, "do we look like people who lack money?"

Finally, he raised his eyebrows and returned the words intact.

Gu Lingling, "..."

Manager, "not bad for money, hehe."

But people don't need money, otherwise, how can you wait in line here for a seat to eat, and people come directly to have a seat?

"That's not it. We also have money. We'll give them whatever the private room charges. Let's hurry and tell them not to go in. Let's go in." Zhang Xiaoman's mother said.

"Manager, we will often come to you in the future." Zhang Xiaoman sneered and said, "besides, my uncle knows a lot of people. I can introduce more guests to you at that time."

These people look like a hick, but the man seems to have some money.

"I'm afraid not." The manager winked at the waiter, "Xiao Liu, please take Mr. Yang and them in first. Mr. Yang is sorry to disturb you."

Yang Yunhai nodded, didn't say much to the manager, and led the man away.

"Why... Why did you let them in?" Zhang Xiaoman hurriedly stopped Gu Lingling.

"Well, miss." The manager said, "Mr. Yang is a frequent visitor here, and this private room is also what he has rented all year round."

"If you don't want to queue up for dinner here in the future, you can also pack a private room like Mr. Yang all year round, so you don't need to queue up at any time."

Face... I was beaten today. It's always painful.