Cherished By Seven Sisters

Chapter 179 Trouble At Barbeque Stall

The owner of the barbecue stall was a good–natured middle–aged man. He arranged for the three of them to sit at an outdoor round table, warmly welcoming them.

After downing a few bottles of wine, Roger suddenly sighed and said, “Channy, how long has it been since we’ve had an open–air barbecue? Since we graduated from university? I really miss it!”

Chandler was also filled with deep emotion, agreeing and saying, “Indeed, we should thank Mr. Lund for this suggestion. It has reminded us of many wonderful memories. I remember when I was dating my senior in college, the place we frequented the most was this kind of roadside barbecue stall…”

Roger angrily said, “If you dare to mention her one more time, I’ll lose my temper with you!”

“All right, all right, let’s not talk about her. Let’s talk about the cow my family used to raise when I was a child. Mr. Lund, let me tell you, the cow we had back then was truly both fat and beautiful…”

longer addressing him as Dr. Lund, but rather directly calling him Mr. Lund. They were even on the verge of asking him to become

at a loss for words and said, “With your level of alcohol tolerance, how did

Bang!

loud noise erupted from the neighboring table. They turned to see a group of young men, their hair dyed in a riot of colors, standing up. With an arrogant demeanor, they addressed the shop owner.

table, there were numerous skewers, and the floor was littered with all sorts of bottles of white spirits and

please don’t be upset. We always conduct our business honestly. Your table’s total comes to four hundred and twenty–three. I’ve already rounded down the change for you. Here’s the bill. You

the hell wants to see your bill? I’ve only got a hundred bucks on me. Take it or leave

Denver, immediately tore up the bill handed over by the shop owner. He then tossed a hundred dollars on the ground and, along with a few of his

blocking their path as he pleaded, “You can’t do this to me. I’m just

cr*p. Do you have any idea who I am? If you utter one more word, believe me, I’ll beat you up!” Denver

force, the stall owner nearly stumbled

1/2

At Barbeque

“Ah…”