Lu Junbao replied gruffly: "I saw two buns, I'm hungry and want to eat buns!"

"Aha..."

Yang Jin smiled again and was happy. He really wanted to call this guy a fool, but spending money in this bar was not cheap. It cost a few hundred yuan at least. For a person like him, it was nothing. But if someone like Lu Junbao

Such a country bumpkin is not a small sum. I am afraid that a few glasses of wine will cost him a month of hard work. I wonder if he knows the price of the wine made by Xiaobai?

"Marriage" costs 800 yuan a cup, and other items such as "memories" also cost 500 to 600 yuan. The wine Xiaobai made by herself is not cheap, but it is still crowded. It is not just her appearance.

She is like a fairy because the wine she makes is truly unique and unparalleled.

"Hey, do you know how much a glass of wine made by Miss Bai costs? You are in the wrong place. You want to drink. At the night market, you can drink a box of beer for fifty yuan..."[

Yang Jin couldn't help but laugh at Lu Junbao again. Furthermore, he wanted Lu Junbao to understand the price of the wine Xiaobai mixed, and look at the stupid look on his face with his mouth wide open and his face turned pale in fright!

Lu Junbao put down the cup and asked stupidly: "The best beer costs eight yuan a bottle, and such a small cup is only ten yuan a cup at most, right? Don't worry, even if it costs ten yuan,

, I can also afford eight out of ten cups!”

"Ten dollars?"

Yang Jin's eyes widened and he said: "Ten dollars to show you, Brother Baozi, the drink Miss Bai just gave you costs 800 yuan, and the drink you drank before also costs 500 yuan."

Yuan, two glasses of wine cost one thousand and three dollars, you have figured it out!"

"One thousand and three?"

Lu Junbao simply jumped up and shouted: "Why don't you go and grab it? You little son of a bitch is trying to trick me into not understanding the rules?"

When he said this, Lu Junbao even used dialects and dialects, vividly expressing the image of a country bumpkin.

When had Yang Jin ever been called a "turtle son"? When he heard this, his eyebrows stood up and he became angry.

However, Xiaobai said softly: "Sir, please don't use foul language. Mr. Yang is a well-known gentle man. Well, forget it, I'll treat you to a drink!"

Yang Jin felt anger rising in his throat. He blocked it after saying a word to Xiao Bai. He groaned and forced himself to endure it. He stared at Lu Junbao coldly. Since Miss Bai said that he was polite and polite, then this anger must not be allowed.

It's a good idea to leave a good impression in front of her.

Lu Junbao took out a crumpled fifty yuan sheet from his trouser pocket, threw it on the counter, and then said: "You son of a bitch wants to coax me, but there is no way. This fifty yuan will pay the bill, at best."

Twenty or thirty yuan, no change for the rest, tip, don’t think I can’t get used to the taste!”

Yang Jin couldn't help but his face turned green with anger, but he didn't want to show his fierce side in front of Xiao Bai. If he wanted to do it outside, he would have to call someone to give this bumpkin a good beating.

"Country bumpkin, this is not a place you can afford to come to. Remember, don't come in next time. I, Mr. Yang, paid for today's drink for you!"

Yang Jin's mind was spinning quickly, and he suddenly thought of an action that could not only please Xiaobai, but also attack Lu Junbao, a country bumpkin. If the wine wasn't worth the price, who would give him so much money for no reason?
Chapter completed!