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…”

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

your level of alcohol tolerance, how did you two even manage

Bang!

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

floor was littered with all sorts of bottles of white spirits and beer.

with 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

got a hundred bucks on me.

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

I’m just trying to run a small business to

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

the stall owner nearly stumbled and hit his head

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At Barbeque Stall

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