More than a hundred mice rushed into the restaurant, and the scene could be said to be very spectacular.
Those well-dressed men and women, one by one, screamed in fear, and a woman fainted directly. Everyone fled in all directions, tables and chairs fell, bowls and plates were broken, and the scene was chaotic.
This group of mice seemed to have a purpose, crawling over some steaks that fell to the ground, completely ignoring them.
Some of them rushed to Sue?
They jumped onto the table from where they had been sitting and surrounded Su Xiang.
The bottle of pepper he had taken.
The other part rushed in front of Zhao Jun and stared at Zhao Jun and Boss Li.
"Gulp"
Both Zhao Jun and Boss Li swallowed their saliva and were stunned by this scene for a second.
Then they reacted at the same time, turned around and fled.
It's okay if they don't move. As soon as they moved, the mice quickly chased after them. A few more aggressive ones jumped on Zhao Jun and crawled to Zhao Jun's pocket.
Zhao Jun, who was a bit of a neat freak, almost went crazy when a few mice jumped on him. He screamed like a woman and shook his body frantically, trying to get rid of the mice on him.
Although he had successfully shaken off one or two rats, his running speed had slowed down. More rats had jumped onto him. In order to hold on to him, these rats had scratched his clothes and skin. Some of them had even bitten him.
Boss Li was not attacked by any of the mice and successfully escaped. When he looked back and saw Zhao Jun's tragic situation, he couldn't help but gasp.
Naturally, he didn't dare to rush up to help. He turned to the waiters and said, "What are you doing? Go up and save Young Master Zhao."
All the employees stepped back and shook their heads like a rattle.
Are you kidding me? Who dares to go up against such a ferocious group of mice?
I am a waiter, and I receive a waiter's salary, not a rat exterminator.
"Ah ah ah!"
Zhao Jun cried and screamed, lying on the ground and rolling around like crazy.
Many mice were crushed to death by him, but these mice still refused to let go.
After nearly a minute, the group of mice suddenly dispersed, leaving Zhao Jun, who was lying on the ground out of breath.
No one present noticed that in the chaos just now, a mouse bit Zhao Jun's pocket and quickly ate a small piece of meat in its mouth.
The other group of mice also scattered, but the bottle containing the pepper powder was already broken beyond recognition.
"What the f * ck is going on?"
Zhao Jun stood up and roared. His clothes were in tatters and his skin was covered with red bite marks. He looked very miserable. Not to mention a high-class restaurant, even a fast-food restaurant on the street would not let him in.
"That's what I want to ask. What the hell is going on?"
Boss Li glanced at the chaotic restaurant, and his eyes were red. He had just driven that big shot away, and before he had time to bear the anger of that big shot, this kind of thing happened again.
For this kind of high-class restaurant, even if a mouse appeared, the business would be greatly affected, and it would take a long time to recover. The appearance of such a large group of mice could be said to have destroyed more than half of the business. After all, who would dare to eat in this kind of restaurant with a group of mice?
"Ah?
How could you swallow your anger? "Zhu Jianhua was still angry and dissatisfied after leaving the western restaurant.
"Hehe, why are you angry with them? Sooner or later, they will suffer retribution." Sue said.
He smiled faintly.
"Yes, this kind of restaurant that deliberately embarrasses the guests will not survive for long." Mr. Wang responded lightly. For his words, Sue and Zhu Jianhua didn't care much.
Zhu Jianhua and others didn't care much. Only Lin Cai 'er, who knew Mr. Wang's identity, thought that the Western restaurant was finished.
But what Lin Cai 'er and Mr. Wang didn't know is that the western restaurant is almost finished now.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Su, I didn't expect Zhao Jun to play such a low-level trick." Shen Jiayao apologized.
"It's okay, I didn't take it to heart. I'll eat somewhere else." Sue
Said indifferently.
"I know a restaurant that tastes good."
Mr. Wang said. This time, led by Mr. Wang, they went to another high-class restaurant. This restaurant has a variety of traditional Chinese delicacies, all of which taste very good, and everyone had a good time.
After eating and drinking, Shen Jiayao, Zhu Jianhua, and Mr. Wang all rushed to pay the bill, but because Mr. Wang is a regular customer here, he finally paid the bill.
Shen Jiayao and Sue
The cooperation has been completely negotiated, and it has also been agreed that Zhu Jianhua will send some stray animals to Sue's home tomorrow.
By the way, Sue will be brought back to the perfect Pet Paradise.
Everything has been said, so Shen Jiayao, Zhu Jianhua, and Liu Rin will leave and go back to Pet Paradise first, leaving Sue.
Mr. Wang's private space.
"Mr. Wang, what do you want from me? Just say it." Sue
Said.
"Here's the thing."
Mr. Wang paused a little, seemed to think about the wording, and then said, "I have a five-and-a-half-year-old son. Since December last year, he doesn't like to eat. At first, I thought it was just a child who was upset. Later, he always vomited when he ate. We took him to the hospital for examination, only to know that he had anorexia.
Since then, my son hasn't had a good meal. He basically relies on an intravenous drip to maintain his nutrition.
Yesterday evening, my good friend Zhou Xian brought a fish porridge. My son actually ate all of it and wanted to eat more after eating it. His whole mental state was much better. Zhou Xian told me that this fish porridge was made by Mr. Su, so I want to ask Mr. Su to be my son's personal chef. I beg Mr. Su to help me.
As for the salary, you can set it. "
"It turns out to be like this." Sue
It suddenly dawned on me that Zhou Xian packed the fish fillet porridge away and didn't take it back to eat by himself. He cooked his own fish fillet porridge and even people with anorexia wanted to eat it. He really didn't expect it.
However, Sue
He doesn't want to concentrate on being a chef, let alone be a private chef. As for the salary, Sue doesn't care too much.
Although he wanted to earn money, he really didn't want to spend money on a sick little boy. After thinking for a while, he asked, "Your son's anorexia, is it a psychological problem or a physical problem?"
"It's anorexia in children. It's a disorder of digestive function. It's a physiological problem." Mr. Wang didn't understand Sue.
Why did he ask that? However, he still answered honestly.
"If that's the case, I'll give him diet therapy for a period of time and see if it has any effect." Sue had come to the door and was so polite.
However, he didn't want to waste too much time on others, so he hoped to find a way to cure it.
If it was mainly a psychological problem, then Sue.
However, it was mainly a physiological problem. Perhaps he could solve it himself.
"Thank you very much, Mr Su."
Mr. Wang was overjoyed and said excitedly, "Mr. Su, to tell you the truth, my son is in Zhongyun Huakang Hospital next door, and I and the owner of this restaurant give me face. Mr. Su can cook here, and you can order whatever ingredients you want."
"Uh …" Sue
She was stunned. Mr. Wang must have planned this restaurant beforehand. But she shook her head and said, "Dietotherapy doesn't use ordinary ingredients, and I'm not used to using other people's kitchen utensils. Come home with me, okay?"
"That's fine." Mr. Wang had chosen this restaurant for convenience. As for the specifics, it was up to Sue.
He had the final say.
Mr. Wang asked the chauffeur to drive the BMW to send Sue.
Go home, Sue.
He went into the kitchen alone and used only ten to twenty minutes to prepare a dish and put it in a lunch box. When he took out the lunch box, Mr. Wang received it as if it was a treasure.
"I won't be coming over. You take it to your son. If it's effective, come back here to get it," Sue said.
He said.
"Okay, thank you, Mr Su." Mr. Wang was worried about his son, so he drove away with the lunch box.
More than half an hour later, Mr. Wang came to Zhongyun Huakang Hospital Advanced Ward 401 and saw a thin little boy lying on the bed, sitting next to a slightly haggard beautiful woman, and a middle-aged doctor taking the little boy's pulse.
Mr. Wang took the lunch box and asked the middle-aged doctor. After all, he was the attending doctor. Even if he wanted to carry out dietotherapy, he had to inform him.
After listening to the middle-aged doctor, he frowned: "You don't even look at the person yourself, don't take the pulse, don't listen to the heartbeat, don't look at the face, and talk about dietotherapy. Whether it's Chinese medicine or Western medicine, there is no such medical method. This is simply nonsense!"