C181 The Supper be Sick

Chen Fuyue tidied up the kitchen at a leisurely pace. Manager Yue couldn't hold the cold air in the main hall any longer and ran in again.

"Aiyo, Young Lady Chen, hurry up. I feel like Patriarch Luo wants to destroy our shop. "

Chen Fuyue exclaimed, "If he requests for help with such an attitude, I feel like I should lick my face and go over to slap him?"

Manager Yue moved his eyeballs