The roar was like thunder. Mason Ye shook his hand, and the little wonton bones rolled down his coat, leaving a trail of stains.
Grayson Xuan was also startled: "What's wrong! What's wrong? This is it!"
The diners turned their heads and saw the shop owner standing there, either hiding or not, smiling uglier than crying. Two Japanese people were yelling about this across the table, and there were several overturned bowls in front of him.
One of the Japanese knocked on the table and said angrily in blunt Chinese: "Are you looking down on people! Why do you sell to us at a higher price than others? You think foreigners can just cheat, don't you?"
The boss said with a bitter face: "Okay, gentlemen, it's only one yuan. The shop is ignorant and thinks you two can't understand Chinese..."
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