"Sorry, this is just a small stall, selling some snacks like oily tea is fine, but as for what you're asking, I'm really powerless." The boss said somewhat apologetically, after all, a business person has to go to the supermarket to buy beef just for one customer?
Isn't that a joke?
"Damn it, are you still doing business or not? A customer is ordering, and you're not rushing to prepare, just mumbling around here. Believe it or not, I'll smash your stall later?"
Lao Guoqiang started venting his anger, feeling very pleased suddenly.
Wu Mengting and Chen Tianlong beside him watched this person being arrogant and despotic, somewhat disdainful. A person selling oily tea, you're forcing them to prepare five pounds of beef, that's clearly making things difficult.
