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Chapter 882 I disagree(2/2)

And when there is no match for this, there are no dishes to choose from in the good hotel.

The dishes in Zhangjia’s private houses are different. The dishes are as rich as summer, not to mention the taste.

"Do you give me money?" Hua Zhao asked.

Miao Lanzhi suddenly laughed, and Liu Yuegui couldn't help laughing: "Why are you so rich and still calculating!"

If she is as rich as Hua Zhao, she will definitely buy 2 kilograms of meat at a time! She will definitely buy the whitest one when buying noodles! She will also buy four pairs of leather shoes all year round, and it will definitely not be the same!

Hua Zhao smiled at her: "When Brother Tao got married, he also came to my hotel to treat him. I will definitely not charge you!"

She said it sincerely, but suddenly touched Liu Yuegui's pain point.

After Bian Meijuan's affairs, Ye Tao was no longer interested in finding a partner and hurriedly left with his brother to go back to work.

When I left, I don’t know when I would come back for a blind date, but her daughter-in-law was gone again.

Hua Zhao stuck out her tongue, okay, she didn't mean it.

Miao Lanzhi also quickly interrupted: "Give money, absolutely give money, let your mother choose the best and the most upscale table.



She knew that the Zhang family hotel was ready to open at any time, so there was definitely no shortage of dishes.

"OK.

"Hua Zhao agreed happily.

This is not her helping Ye Cheng, this is doing business.

Zhang's private food was suddenly in trouble and so many people were "poisoned" to death, and the boss was also arrested.

The wind has spread throughout the capital, and it has gone through evil.

They urgently need a loud good start and re-run their business.

Ye Cheng's marriage happened to happen!

The boss will definitely be more powerful than the previous poisoning wave, and there is nothing more suitable than this one.

Just for this, she should have given Ye Cheng a free bill... Forget it, I still don't want to, so let him spend the money.

"By the way, Uncle San has no money now, right?" Hua Zhao asked.

She should have paid back the little money she had at the beginning.

The rest of the capital is not easy, and all kinds of expenses and social engagements require money. His salary is probably only enough to maintain a decent life, and there is not much left.

At least not enough to invite more than a dozen high-end banquets.

In 1981, the price of Zhangjia’s private dishes has increased... A table of the highest-end banquet is priced at 666.

She is not guilty at all ~

I dare not say that there are all kinds of delicacies on this table, but after 30 years, 6666 will not be able to come.

However, the current 666 times 10 is probably Ye Cheng’s salary for one year.

“I spend money.

"Ye Zhenguo, who had been listening, said.

"That's so inappropriate..." Hua Zhao said.

“It’s quite inappropriate.

"Ye Zhenguo nodded and said, "Everyone has gotten it once, he has got it twice, and I have to spend it twice, which is a bit unfair...

"So that's it, he will pay the money this time.

But because he doesn't have it now, I'll help him out first and let him return it to me every month.



......

Here is a busy arrangement of marriage, while there is Ye Cheng proposing on the other side.

"Will you get married tomorrow?" Tang Fanghe looked surprised, surprised, nervous, hesitant, and finally shook her head: "I don't agree.
Chapter completed!
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