"Heh heh... stop putting on airs. Even if you don't hit me, the old man won't make snacks for you!" With a cold snort, Chen Yunfei addressed the two in line, "What would you two like to eat?"
"We'll have the exploded stomach, stir-fried liver, donkey rolling, and two lu zhu huo shao, please."
"Okay, just a moment."
...
Because Zhou Feng and company were so intimidating, many diners hurriedly ate a few bites and left, leaving many tables empty.
Many people in line also dispersed, fearing they would get into trouble, but there were still some daring youngsters who continued to line up.
Chen Yunfei didn't pay any attention to Zhou Feng and his group, taking orders from several groups of customers one after another.
Zhou Xiaoliu was so angry his nose was almost crooked. In their turf, eating at your place is doing you a favor! When have they ever been treated like this?
"Young master, this old man is too bullying. Let me teach him a lesson!"
