There were gongs and drums outside, and the hall was busy. The two unemployed guys were like butterflies wearing flowers. They ran around for a while before sucking the magnetic thunder that Zhao Hu had brought one by one. After confirming that there were no dead corners in all directions, the two found a corner, took off the waiter's clothes, pretended to be guests again, and walked to their third-rate tables outside the hall.

Not long after, a group of people wearing suits and strong bodies walked into the hall. They first glanced for a week and checked every corner, including the kitchen, to see if anyone was throwing things like a bag. Even all the waiters didn't let them go, searching them one by one to prevent anyone from carrying weapons.

But their actions can only be considered outsiders in Zhao Hu's eyes, and they are not even considered outsiders. They are obviously sucking flat bombs under the table, but they only looked down and didn't pay attention to the places blocked by the tablecloth. How could they be careful?

When these guards with short guns stood still, a group of talents surrounded a small old man with a short figure and standard Ren Danhu walked into the banquet hall. Yue's team was swaying with a fat belly and took the lead in applauding. Many followers also followed. Zhao Hu and the others gently bulged their hands, in order not to let others find themselves alternative and thus become the target.

There were too many guests, the scene was a little chaotic, and the inside had already started to speak, and there were still personnel outside. Jin Dashang whispered to Zhao Hu: "This, eat Western food on the Eight Immortals table, right?..."

Zhao Hu put the tableware one by one, turned his head and smiled, "Is it very incongruous?"

Jin Mantang nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, that's what it means. It's really a bit inappropriate to sit down."

"Okay, it's great to have Western food. You can also choose fat and lose weight. Take the time to eat something later. Maybe there is still a lot of things to do, so don't be hungry!"

As he was talking, several pairs of guests had sat down on the table. In front of him was an old man with a gray-haired face, thin face, and low eyes. He looked like he was smoking a big smoke. However, the beautiful lady who was following him had fox eyes and pretty eyebrows, and her long waves fluttered from time to time. Coupled with the deliberately curved curves on her chest, it made people feel happy!

Jin Mantang smiled and turned to Zhao Hu and said, "I'm talking about the boy's crazy!"

Zhao Hu pointed to the osmanthus tree on the top of his head and said, "A tree of pear blossoms pressed against the crabapple!"

The old man was quite proud after hearing this, but the female fairy raised her eyebrows: "Who are the two local buns talking about? Do you know who he is? Let me tell you, if I take out my godfather's money, I can crush you two to death!"

Zhao Hu said in surprise: "What? Godfather is becoming popular now?"

Originally, this sentence could ignite the war, but when the two guests who had just sat down on the right laughed, one of the middle-aged men who couldn't see the way, he nodded and said, "The two are not neat in the face of each other, but the meaning is that it is here. At this good time, it will be a big deal!"

At this time, a coquettish female voice also sounded on the left: "Da Ling, what kind of banquet is this? You actually eat Western food with the Eight Immortals Table. I'll ask you, are there such a local Western food table in England, Kyoto and other places we have been to?"

The pseudo-government official with a greasy head and a loose suit put on his glasses and said with a smirk: "Maybe there are not enough tables, forget it. Today, for the sake of Yue Brigade, let's just make it first. I'll invite you to an authentic Western restaurant tomorrow."

"I think it's better to forget it. You just offended..." Speaking of this, her mean lips immediately closed her voice. It seemed that the family scandal should not be made public. However, her topic immediately turned and she said sharply: "It's okay for this table to be rusty, but the people who eat are also rusty, and there are even people wearing short cloth straight jackets. Are the relatives and friends of Yue's team so untasteful?"

Jin Mantang suddenly lowered his head and trembled, Zhao Hu opened his mouth and said, "I'm wearing a cloth jacket on this table. Are you firing at me? I haven't offended you, a brainless girl?"

After enduring it for a long time, he suppressed the anger in his heart. First, the time has not come, and second, he doesn't want to have any relationship with this petty bourgeois woman who envys Japan. Her mouth is on others, so she can just say whatever she wants to say. Anyway, there is a lot of meat, so the overall situation is still the most important thing. If you can't bear it, you will make a big plan.

Just as he was secretly repairing the unscrupulous Jin Pang, all kinds of dishes were served one after another, which was still inappropriate, including French desserts and Japanese sashimi, which probably was to cater to the Japanese present.

When serving the steak, the brainless girl started to get angry again: "Da Ling, look at what kind of chef is this? The steak is actually 90% mature. Is this still a Western food? What we eat in Kyoto is not this style..."

Faced with the chatter of the female companion, the man in glasses was feeling uncomfortable and said, "You'll have to be cold-faced when you go back for a few days. If you don't say it, everyone present almost laughed out loud, so they had to explain reluctantly: "Dear, you also know that there are very few people who have eaten Western food in China, so in order to make everyone adapt, the chef cooked 90% of the mature ones... Alas!"

Screaming was inevitable. Just as they were complaining, Zhao Hu and Jin Mantang felt that time was tight. Each of them grabbed a piece of steak, and they had both hands, and were dripping with soup. Jin Mantang snorted while eating, "I think it's not delicious to eat 900 years, so we'll help you solve it!"

The brainless girl was already full of fire. She didn't taste the food for a few bites and wanted to use the steak to satisfy her hunger. Who would have thought that she showed some superiority. The beef that came to her mouth was grabbed in her hand, and she suddenly became furious and screamed: "How can you buns do this?"

As they spoke, the knife in their hands also smashed the plate heavily, which immediately attracted the attention of the guards outside. They were originally very careful about the various knives on the Western dining table. Now, when they heard that someone was causing trouble, how could they not be moved?

The scene was terrifyingly quiet, and the guests around all put down their tableware and waited for the situation to develop. Just as the guards were about to move, a woman with outstanding looks walked out of the crowd, reached out to wave back the guards, and then came slowly.

Zhao Hu's eyes condensed. Although this woman was not tall, she looked very charming. She tied her hair into a bun, and she couldn't find a jumping thread. She also had pretty eyebrows and eyes, and she was filled with water. She was full of a noble lady.

However, her legs seemed a little short and thick. Others could not see this kind of beauty. However, Zhao Hu had already determined the identity of the visitor and knew a little about the Seventh Princess who was whispering to everyone.

The seventh concubine walked to the table and first glanced at the deceased woman coldly. The ghost woman opened her mouth, but in the end she swallowed what she wanted to say. It seemed that she was quite afraid of the seventh concubine.

The seventh concubine was about to speak, but when the crabapple girl on the right suddenly appeared in a sentence of Japanese. Zhao Hu and Jin Mantang were shocked and thought to themselves that it was not good, why are these Japanese women everywhere? Either they are goddaughters or other concubines?

Before they could do anything, the seventh concubine turned against her gentle face just now. She copied her right hand and made a small and delicate pistol from somewhere. She pointed at Zhao Hu and said in a cold voice: "Why is this hero wearing a civilian dress still wearing a top hat to eat when he arrived at my door? Please take off the hat and let the little girl see her true face!"

Jin Mantang swallowed the steak in two mouthfuls, and was about to grab some protection when he heard the Seventh Aunt screaming: "Don't move!"

Zhao Hu lifted two steaks that had been chewed helplessly: "Ms., you want me not to move around and take off my hat, I can't do it!"

At this time, a deep Japanese sentence came from the hall: "What's going on?"

The seventh concubine replied: "Report to Section Chief, I suspect this person is the murderer of the empire we want!"

She didn't dare to say the name, for fear of causing shock to everyone, but the people in the hall didn't care and said loudly: "Oh, the culprit wanted by the Empire? Could it be the Three-eyed Erlang Shen?"

"Erlang Shen?"

"Ping Ping Pong!" A series of sounds broke out, and some people were already limp at the bottom of the table. The leaders were naturally the brainless woman and her petty bourgeois man.

All the guards were facing a great enemy, and took Zhao Hu, who was holding the steak in both hands and Jin Mantang who was following behind, to the door of the living room. Then they heard the mustache inside, saying, "What are you panic? Didn't you see that he only has steak in his hand? It's easy to kill him, but before that, I have to see his true face, you all put your guns down."

The guard put down his gun, but Zhao Hu smiled at Xiaomou Yaoyao: "Did you wear a watch?"

"What does it mean? Can you still bring in reinforcements?"

"No, I asked what time it's now?"
Chapter completed!