Journey Of Me And My Seven Sisters

Chapter 179 Trouble At Barbeque Stall

The owner of the barbecue stall was a good–natured middle–aged man. He arranged for the three of them to sit at an outdoor round table, warmly welcoming them.

After downing a few bottles of wine, Roger suddenly sighed and said, “Channy, how long has it been since we’ve had an open–air barbecue? Since we graduated from university? I really miss it!”

Chandler was also filled with deep emotion, agreeing and saying, “Indeed, we should thank Mr. Lund for this suggestion. It has reminded us of many wonderful memories. I remember when I was dating my senior in college, the place we frequented the most was this kind of roadside barbecue stall…”

Roger angrily said, “If you dare to mention her one more time, I’ll lose my temper with you!”

“All right, all right, let’s not talk about her. Let’s talk about the cow my family used to raise when I was a child. Mr. Lund, let me tell you, the cow we had back then was truly both fat and beautiful…”

After having a few drinks, the two began to ramble on, no longer addressing him as Dr. Lund, but rather directly calling him Mr. Lund. They were even on the verge of asking him to become sworn brothers with them.

Emrys was at a loss for words and said, “With your level of alcohol tolerance, how did you two even manage to get to where you are today?”

Bang!

suddenly, a loud noise erupted from the neighboring table. They turned to see a group of young men, their hair dyed in a riot of colors, standing up. With an arrogant demeanor, they addressed the shop owner. “What’s the meaning of this? We only

littered with all sorts of bottles of white spirits and beer. It was clear that they had been drinking

a smile, saying, “Gentlemen, please don’t be upset. We always conduct our business honestly. Your table’s total comes to

wants to see your bill? I’ve only got a hundred bucks on me. Take

He then tossed a hundred dollars on the ground

can’t do this to me. I’m just trying to run a small business to support

you utter one more word, believe me,

using excessive force, the stall owner nearly stumbled and hit

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179 Trouble At Barbeque

“Ah…”

was in a state of panic, but suddenly, a figure appeared behind him, steadying him. “Thank you. Thank you,

owner expressed his

arrogant young men sneered at Emrys, preparing to leave without any intention of

say you all can go?” Emrys