"Sir, we are not serving you today. Please apologize to my wife first!" Zhao Erdan, who used to be intimidated by wealthy people like this and could only swallow his pride, has spent enough time with Ye Guichen to start standing up taller unconsciously.
The middle-aged man didn't expect Zhao Erdan to dare to ask for an apology. He looked Zhao Erdan up and down with disdain and said, "Apologize? Haha, who the hell do you think you are? Do you even know who I am? With this small noodle shop of yours, I could crush you like an ant. If it weren't for this Seven Treasure Linglong Noodle, I wouldn't even have stepped into this trashy noodle shop. Don't make me say it again, hurry up!"
"Apologize, or get out!" Zhao Erdan was angry, pointing at the door and shouting.
Li Xiaoqin quickly pulled Zhao Erdan.
This middle-aged man was clearly not to be trifled with.
