MTL - Gourmet Food Supplier-Chapter 72 Yuanzhou's counterattack

"Dissipate it." Yuanzhou’s voice was helpless, and he looked at the band that was still screaming and said aloud.

"Yuan Boss finally opened the door." Ling Hong said hello.

"Yeah." Yuanzhou nodded.

"Okay, let it go." Ling Hong clap his hands, and the band stopped immediately.

The whole air was quiet in an instant.

Everyone here feels that quiet is a beautiful adjective.

"Fortunately, the little master got up, but this situation is not likely to fall asleep, the old man's ears will be smashed." The old man stood behind and licked his ears and felt.

"Yuan boss, today I have a soup bag." Ling Hong also said subconsciously.

"No, it's too late, too late." Seeing the band stop, Yuanzhou turned directly back to the store, quietly relieved.

As far as this meeting is concerned, Yuanzhou feels that it is simply noisy, but fortunately it can’t be heard.

"Hey, Yuan boss is doing what I am waiting for now." Ling Hong shouted.

"You can whisper, your ears are smashed." Don't look at the tank muscles, looks rough, but rather a beautiful man who likes to be quiet, now it is too much to abandon Linghong.

"Okay, know that you love to be clean now, not just used to it." The tank was reminded that Ling Hong changed back.

"Time is not enough." Yuanzhou station back to its old position, said faintly.

"Oh, can you eat noodle soup this morning?" Ling Hong easily gave up the soup.

The reason is of course not because, suddenly, I don’t want to eat, but Yuanzhou’s current appearance is terrible. It’s hard to accept that Ling Hong’s way of getting up is hard to accept, but Yuan’s face is faint, and I can’t see it at all. Unhappy, it is this calm that makes Ling Hong not calm.

At least I thought that Yuanzhou would be sullen, and seriously might be swearing, but now it seems that it has not happened. Let Ling Hong dare not continue to ask about the soup.

"Yuan Boss, what time do you usually make soup bags?" Wu Hai suddenly asked.

"Six o'clock." Yuanzhou quickly and quickly answered the question of Wuhai.

"Okay, then I will add noodle soup to beef sauce today." Wuhai also began to order.

As for the old man, of course, the second choice is to clear the noodle soup.

"Okay, wait a minute." Yuanzhou turned and prepared meals.

Here, Wuhai began to look at Ling Hong and whispered, "Do you understand?"

"I understand it, but will not be included in the refusal of the current household?" Ling Hong understood his meaning when he opened Wuhai, but the price still had to be known.

"Reassure, according to my observation, although Yuan Boss looked cold, he was still very good at talking. Last time, there was a guy who brought the fried rice outside to eat. As long as it did not violate his rules, it would be fine." Wuhai I listened to me, I know what it is.

"Well, okay, I will try again." Ling Hong decisively agreed to Wuhai's proposal.

The reason of course includes his own investigation. Yuanzhou is indeed a good temper. He has not been angry and dissatisfied with this matter.

Everything that listens to Yuanzhou in the ear, slightly evokes the corner of his mouth, the OS in his heart: No matter how much money you have, you can't wake up.

Yes, who said that Yuanzhou is not angry, Yuanzhou gas wants to hack people, but the cold is used to it, and now even the monks are too lazy, the simple method, self-satisfaction is good.

Here, I thought that the three smugglers had raced through Zhuge Liang, and they made up their minds. Even the grandfather participated in it and asked the most practical questions. This shows that the charm of the soup bag can be seen. general.

"How to solve the problem of disturbing the people." The old man cut into the center.

"Nothing, I am going to give each family a hundred pieces today, just an hour earlier, no problem." Ling Hong confidently put aside his words.

"Ahong, are you sure?" the tank worried.

"No problem, you see Yuan boss is not angry at all." Ling Hong pointed to the face of Yuanzhou, it looks really face.

"Well, you just play." The tank shrugged and no longer persuaded.

"I think Ah Hong has a good idea." Ji Lian said seriously.

"Don't you because this band you like?" The octopus unscrupulously dismantled.

"Don't say it." Huilian did not blush and admitted, but also let the octopus not be worn.

A few people didn't want to care about him for a moment, but fortunately, Yuanzhou came up with a meal at this time.

On a busy morning, at noon, Yuanzhou made up his mind to ask a waiter to come over. If you do it yourself, you still need your own end. People are really tired.

Yuanzhou, who was tired for a day, still remember to feed the soup with the hairy Teddy and then rest.

Early in the morning, just six o'clock, the nearby residents basically got up, and they were still watching in the distance. The band was the band yesterday, and the sound was still the extra-large sound yesterday.

"Love is to die, not to be so happy!"

The lead singer is still the vocal singer, an opening, the song of Gaochun is drifting away in a moment, the spirit of the earthquake is a glimpse, and there is nothing to sleep and wake up.

However, Yuanzhou, who did not set the alarm clock to sleep well, still fell asleep peacefully, and was not awakened.

Yuanzhou's sleep is not very good, usually in the bed to a sheep to a hundred, but fell asleep last night, the system reinforced by the system seems quiet, very suitable for sleep.

The hoarseness of the downstairs has no effect on Yuanzhou.

In the past, the second floor of the window was still tight and there was no movement.

"How did Yuan Boss still not wake up?" Ling Hong asked curiously.

"How do I know, maybe I bought earplugs." The octopus said his guess.

"Earplugs? Yes, it's very possible. If you come back two more songs, I won't believe it." Ling Hong said the band continued to sing.

The three songs are good, and singing for too long may be run by the city management. Although it is not developed, there are still a lot of office buildings, and the quiet environment still needs to be maintained.

Three songs came down, the second floor still did not move, Ling Hong gave up, at 8:30 in the morning, Yuanzhou opened the door.

Ling Hong waiting for the door.

"Yuan Boss, your earplugs are really good." He said that he had a thumbs up and went to eat a breakfast and turned away.

Yuanzhou thought that Ling Hong would give up this time. After all, the neighbors would not agree for a long time, but he still looked down on Ling Hong.

Ling Hong, who continued to pick up, ran out and found two bands. This time, each family was given 200 yuan. As compensation, it is still very good to have 200 in an hour.

After all, the noisy time is short.

At 6 o'clock in the morning of the third day, in addition to the band of the previous two days, this time added another one. The double band is also heavy metal rock. Although the vocal strength is not as strong as the first one, the sound can be sung very high and very loud. This is the purpose of Ling Hong.

The two bands are like singing songs. They started their own performances. You made a sentence directly into the concert scene. The roof was light, and the rhythm of the glass was broken in minutes.

This kind of movement, the second floor still has no reaction.

"Yuan boss is not asleep, it is dead." Ling Hong angered the big shout.

"Then you want to go to the door." Hearing the honesty of the singer, he made a bad idea.

It is a trick, a trick, or a trick. This is a difficult question to choose.