"What?"
The chefs in the kitchen, upon hearing the orders passed by the security, felt helpless instantaneously—eight hundred people? Were they trying to work them to death?
Helpless, the chefs could only start cooking, for it was an order from Young Master Sun.
Li Xiaobao took the villagers of Baima Village to have lunch at Sun's Hotel, and the villagers were quite satisfied with the meal.
"Alright, everyone's full now, so you can go out for a stroll. Come back in the afternoon for another meal!"
Li Xiaobao's words instantly made the waiting staff feel tremendous pressure. What? They were coming back for dinner? Did these people plan to sleep here tonight?
"Impossible!"
When Young Master Sun heard the report, he shook his head and said, "If they dare stay here tonight, we can justifiably kick them out!"
