Before the words were finished, Liang Mengqi said in a cold voice: "What attitude? The price is written at the door, and the rules have always been here. If you don't want to eat, please go out, don't shout here."

"Yes, hum, the boss's meal is not something that ordinary people can eat, I see you, just go out if you don't have the attitude." Zhao Dahu rolled his eyes at the blond man, and said with a sly look.

"Hehe!" The man sneered and said, "I think you guys are the trustees here? What's the matter? Is it a black shop?"