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…”

few drinks, the two began to ramble on, no longer addressing him as Dr. Lund, but rather directly calling him Mr. Lund. They

of alcohol tolerance, how did you two even manage to get to where you are

Bang!

lively conversation when suddenly, a 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. “What’s the meaning of this? We only have a few skewers and you have the audacity to charge us four hundred.

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

a smile, saying, “Gentlemen, 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 can take a

I’ve only got a hundred bucks on me. Take it or leave

the punks, Denver, immediately tore up the bill handed over by the shop owner. He then tossed

to me. I’m just trying to

you have any idea who I am? If you utter one more word, believe me, I’ll

result of using excessive force, the stall owner nearly stumbled and hit his head on the

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At Barbeque

“Ah…”