Chapter 7 A Deaf-Mute Person Is Blackmailing Others?

It was still early, and Lin Yuan was the only one eating at this table.

He saw it at a glance, and without thinking, he took it directly.

After putting down the dish, he smiled very politely: "Boss, the whisper in your ear, the rest will be brought immediately, I wish you a pleasant meal."

Lin Yuan looked at the cold pig ears and pig tongues on the table, and felt a black line on his face.

The words spoken by the pig tongue were transmitted to the pig ears, is this whispering?

The photographer was also confused.

I thought it was a very elegant dish.

The result was this?

But before he could recover, the second dish came.

Farewell to the King, Chicken, simpler, old turtle stewed chicken.

But the hand that passed through your black hair really made him speechless.

The reason why I ordered it was because the name of this dish was very poetic.

But the result was kelp stewed pig's trotters! !

The black hair was kelp, and the hand was a pig's hand, but this black hair was too wide, and the hand was a little fat.

Soon, all the dishes were served.

Lin Yuan looked at the boss with a puzzled look and asked: "Boss? There is also a feeling of heartache?"

The boss chuckled, his expression a little unnatural: "That one has been served."

"It has been served?" Lin Yuan looked at the dishes on the table and counted them carefully, but he couldn't find the right one.

The photographer also felt very strange: "No! Where is it? Why didn't I see it?"

"Um..." The boss nodded: "Actually, the feeling of heartache is your glass of boiled water."

"Fuck!"

Lin Yuan was furious on the spot.

"Spend 50 yuan to drink a glass of boiled water, come on, let me show you whether it is my heartache or your fleshache!!"

The boss shrank his neck when he heard this, and hurriedly explained: "Just a joke, just a joke, that one is free, I will give you two more bottles of drinks."

"That's more like it." Lin Yuan sat back and started eating.

No. 50 stood aside and his face twitched unconsciously.

Is this the legendary feeling of heartache?

I was so full of expectations before, but you told me it was just a glass of boiled water?

At this moment, the photographer behind No. 50 looked at the photographer next to Lin Yuan and exclaimed: "You are."

"Lao Huang?"

"Lao Yang?"

The two spoke at the same time, and the atmosphere on the scene instantly became weird.

Lin Yuan looked at both ends and asked in confusion: "Do you two know each other?"

The two nodded together and smiled awkwardly: "We are colleagues."

As soon as this was said.

Lin Yuan and No. 50 looked at each other and exclaimed in unison: "Are you also a contestant?"

Hiss~~

What a coincidence!

I don't know why, Lin Yuan felt like meeting an old friend in a foreign land, and it was particularly cordial.

He quickly invited No. 50 to sit down: "Come on, come on, eat together!"

Looking at the large plates of food on the table.

No. 50 couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

Do you want to eat? Of course you do!

But is he embarrassed?

When he thought of the boasting he had just made, saying that he wanted to eat three dishes and one soup, his toes were so embarrassed that they were about to get tangled, and he wished he could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

They were both contestants, but he only had three dishes and one soup, and he ate several days' wages for one meal.

It's true that if you compare goods, you will lose them, and if you compare people, you will die.

He couldn't figure it out, it was only the first day.

The gap was too big, wasn't it?

Should he be so discouraging?

At this moment, he had no desire for the big meal on the table, and looked at Lin Yuan's harmless smile.

It just felt like countless slaps on his face.

He immediately smiled and politely refused without hesitation: "I'm still at work, sorry, I'm going to work first."

He turned around and left.

But the photographer was different. He was quite thick-skinned. He sat down and picked up a pig's foot and prepared to chew it.

The result!

Snap~~

No. 50 slapped him.

"Eat, eat, eat, you only know how to eat!"

"Eat your sister, you haven't finished your work yet and you're eating here, hurry up, get out of here, and go to work with me."

The photographer looked at No. 50 with a face full of resentment, reluctantly put down the pig's feet, and followed him helplessly.

Only Lin Yuan and his photographer were left sitting on the chair and looking at each other.

Netizens in the live broadcast room laughed again when they saw this scene.

[Popularity] +1+1+1+1

[Popularity] +1+1+1+1

——[Hahaha, I can't laugh anymore, I was watching No. 50 bragging in the live broadcast room just now, and the fans over there were still praising the good job he got, but it turned out that he was handsome for only three seconds, and then he was slapped in the face! ]

——[Everyone, go to No. 50's live broadcast room quickly, there is a lot of wailing over there, everyone is asking why Lin Yuan can eat so well, and saying that he cheated, laughing so hard. ]

——[Fuck, so exciting? No, I'm sure to eat this kind of melon, I'll leave first. ]

——[It is indeed a bit discouraging. No. 50 is definitely in the upper middle class among all the contestants, but compared with Lin Yuan, it is a complete dimensionality reduction attack. How can other contestants survive if he earns more than 20,000 yuan a day? 】

After what happened just now, No. 50's self-esteem was greatly hit.

The original confidence and sense of superiority were gone.

When he returned to the small stool to wash the dishes again, he had lost his previous enthusiasm.

Lin Yuan didn't think much about it and ate the dishes with relish.

It's just that the photographer next to him looked at his rice topped with toppings, and then looked at the dishes on the table and suddenly felt that they were not fragrant.

Fortunately, Lin Yuan couldn't finish it either, so he said hello and the two showed off together.

Half an hour later, the two burped one after another, ate and drank enough, paid the bill and left.

When they walked out of the restaurant, it was almost dark.

The photographer asked quietly, "Brother, where are we going now? Shall we find a hotel to sleep?"

Lin Yuan pondered for a moment and shook his head, "Going back to sleep so early, are you still young?"

"Let's go find clients."

Since the program group stipulated that contestants could not go online, he could not find clients online like other agents.

The only way was to hand out flyers offline.

Fortunately, this area is relatively luxurious.

Lin Yuan took out a thick bunch of business cards from his pocket and handed them to the photographer, "Are you full? Exercise, these tasks are for you."

The photographer was dumbfounded at the business cards in front of him.

"Ah?"

"Brother, I am the photographer who follows you. I am only responsible for taking pictures. Aren't you the one who posts?"

Lin Yuan rolled his eyes at him and smiled faintly: "Is that so? Since you are only responsible for taking pictures, you should not be responsible for eating, right?"

"Tomorrow, you should find a way to solve the problem of eating by yourself."

"No, no, no!" The photographer hurriedly grabbed Lin Yuan: "Brother, I was wrong. I will post it. I was just joking with you."

"Oh~~ Don't do it again."

A funny scene appeared.

The photographer walked on the street with a business card and handed it out to everyone he met.

Lin Yuan walked behind like an old man. Those who didn't know would think he was supervising.

In this way, the two walked and posted.

After about ten minutes, they arrived near the pedestrian street of Xihai City.

From a distance, they saw many people gathered on the opposite side of the road to watch the excitement.

With the mentality of eating melons.

Lin Yuan called the photographer to go over to see what happened.

When they came to the periphery of the crowd, Lin Yuan found a higher position to look inside.

In the middle of the crowd, there was a young girl who looked to be in her 20s, lying on the ground and tightly grasping the trouser leg of a middle-aged man.

Her eyes were full of anxiety and anger, and she kept yelling.

It turned out that she was deaf-mute.