Time to jerk one off...
"Hahaha, I'm full!"
Wu Biao walked out of the Western restaurant looking thoroughly satisfied. Ever since he'd eaten there once with Master Kanonji, he'd found things like steak and whatever other dishes they had to be pretty tasty.
So after saying goodbye to that useless older brother and brave little sister, he'd run off to a Western restaurant and feasted to his heart's content. As for not being able to read... that didn't matter. Brother Biao had plenty of money!
"Bring me ten portions of everything on this menu first. Your lousy little restaurant is way too stingy—who the hell can get full on such tiny portions?"
That was what Brother Biao had said upon entering the Western restaurant.
The result was that the waiter stood there in a daze for nearly two minutes.
In the end, the lobby manager confirmed the order while wiping away cold sweat. He even had Wu Biao pay first before finally sending that utterly bizarre order to the kitchen, leaving the entire group of chefs sweating buckets from exhaustion...
Even then, they still couldn't keep Brother Biao fed. The manager clutched his phone, ready to call emergency services at any moment, terrified that Brother Biao would eat himself to death in their restaurant.
In the end, the emergency number really was called—but the one carried off by ambulance was the head chef, who had collapsed from overwork...
What made the lobby manager want to cry most was the extremely displeased remark Brother Biao made before leaving: "Your service is way too slow. You can't even keep me fed. I'm not coming back next time."
Wearing a white lab coat, sporting a gleaming bald head, and with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, he looked to passersby like the