Chapter 457
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If anyone else had heard Matthew's words, they would have been taken aback. They would have thought that the old chef had gone crazy for cooking for the president and turned back to the dining room.
Ye Fan felt that it was too troublesome, "No, how long will that take?"
"Very soon, the President's dining area is not far from the dining area. We can return to the dining area in twenty minutes!"
"That's not necessary, I'm already starving. Hurry up and let them take advantage of me, they are still not willing to give me anything to eat." Ye Fan said.
After saying that, Ye Fan directly handed the phone to the manager.
After the manager answered the phone call, he was reprimanded by Matthew, asking him why he didn't serve food to Ye Fan and the others.
After the manager explained, Matthew told him to ignore everything else and to put the signature dish on Ye Fan's plate.
Although he didn't understand the reason, the manager still didn't dare to delay any longer after hearing his boss's words. After apologizing to Ye Fan, he immediately went to instruct the others to prepare the dishes.
The manager and the waiter were very curious about Ye Fan's identity. What kind of person would make the boss rather risk offending the prince to serve him?
Seeing the matter resolved like this, Su Qingxue and Zheng Enjie both felt that it was strange, especially Zheng Enjie. Their faces were full of embarrassment.
"Aiya, it's all thanks to Assistant Ye. Otherwise, I would have been humiliated tonight." Zheng Enjie sighed.
Ye Fan rubbed his belly and said, "Don't say anymore, fortunately I ate two hot dogs on the way, otherwise I would have starved to death."
Ye Fan waved his hand, "It's fine, he knows what to do."
Not long after, the kitchen was filled with more and more customers. Beautiful dishes were served to the table one by one.
"Haha, eat, eat, don't be so polite. Today's meal is mine, so there's no need to pay the bill." Ye Fan also didn't care about Western cuisine, taking the fork and gobbling down the food.
All of this, in the eyes of Mahmud who was in the private room, made him furious.
The manager embarrassedly wiped away the sweat on his forehead and said, "Your Royal Highness, because Mr. Paco and that gentleman are friends, we also provided them with additional dishes.
"But don't worry, you'll be able to buy a lot of ingredients. We'll make up for whatever we lack …"
"Bastard!" You don't understand what I mean!? I forbid you to provide them with food! Did Chef Paco not put me in his eyes at all!? What kind of background did his friend have!? " Mahmoud said, blowing his beard.
The manager smiled wryly, "This …" "I'm not sure about that. It's a Mr. Ye from China."
Behind him were two burly, white, bald bodyguards wearing suits and earphones. They aggressively walked towards Ye Fan and the other two's tables.
The restaurant manager was anxious, "Your Highness the Prince! Please don't be angry! There are still a lot of customers eating here! "
Mehmet's eyes were wide open as he took several stacks of euros, mixed with several gold bars, from a large V-bag his attendant was carrying and threw them on the table.
"If the money is not enough, should I transfer some from the consortium?" Or could it be that I have to directly buy this restaurant!? " Mahmoud asked.
The restaurant manager's expression was bitter. Outside was the boss's friend, and inside was the Prince of Dibb. He was in the middle, and no one dared to provoke him. It was truly miserable.
Su Qingxue had just eaten a few mouthfuls. Seeing this scene, she said with a frown: "Why is this prince like this, then let's hurry up and go?"
"Where do you want to go? Even if he endured, he still had a bottom line. If it wasn't for you stopping me, I would have already gone over to solve this problem. "Ye Fan already didn't want to give Mahmud a second chance.
The two bodyguards had already walked to the table. One of them lifted the hem of his suit, revealing a gold-plated Desert Eagle pistol. The other smashed his fist on the table.
"I refuse," Su Qingxue said in disgust, then picked up her bag, "Let's go!"
The baldy grinned. He silently pulled out the gun in his hand and placed it on the table. "This is not up to you …"
Su Qingxue's expression changed. She bit her lips and looked at Ye Fan.
At the nearby dining tables, those customers were all frightened by this scene. Quite a few of them already reached for their bags, ready to leave at any moment.
But at that moment, the bald bodyguard who had pulled out a gun let out an "Ah!" in pain!
A silver fork had already pierced through the bodyguard's hand that was holding onto the gun, pinning his hand onto the table!
Fresh blood flowed onto the tablecloth, dyeing it red.
"Damn it!" This bodyguard endured the pain, furiously pulling out his hand, and punched towards Ye Fan's head!
However, Ye Fan had already picked up the kitchen knife, and stabbed it into his fist again.
"Ao! — —" As soon as the knife came in, the bodyguard nearly fainted from the pain!
Seeing this, the other bald bodyguard pulled out a golden Desert Eagle and prepared to fire at Ye Fan.
The bodyguard was stupefied. He discovered that his hand was empty, and that his fingers were having a terrible headache. It seemed as if his fingers had been broken.
"The speed at which he draws his spear is too slow. To be able to become a royal guard like that, Prince Dib must be really lucky if he doesn't die."
Ye Fan was still chewing on the delicacies as he held the limited edition golden Desert Eagle pistol in his hand, when he suddenly pulled the trigger!
"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!"
Although the recoil of this kind of handgun is very strong, Ye Fan was holding it in one hand, it was four square and eight square meters, just like a fixed gun emit a bullet accurately.
The bullets were like raging fire as they shuttled back and forth, shooting towards the back of the bodyguard - Mahmoud's box! Chapter error, point this report (registered free)
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