If an outsider heard Matthew's words, they would probably be shocked and think that this old chef had gone crazy. He was actually halfway through cooking for the president and wanted to turn around and return to the restaurant.
Ye Fan, on the other hand, felt that it was too troublesome, "Don't, how long will that take?"
"Very soon, the place where the president's banquet is not far from the restaurant. We can get back to the restaurant in twenty minutes!"
"That's not necessary. I'm already starving to death. Hurry up and let them make do with it. They still aren't willing to give me anything to eat." Ye Fan said.
After Ye Fan finished speaking, he directly passed the phone to the manager.
After the manager answered the phone, he was reprimanded by Matthew, who asked him why he didn't serve Ye Fan and the others.
After the manager's explanation, Matthew directly told him not to worry about anything else and to give Ye Fan the signature dish in the shop.
Although he didn't understand the reason, when the manager heard the boss say so, he naturally didn't dare to delay any longer. After apologizing to Ye Fan, he immediately went to order someone to take care of it.
The manager and waiter of the restaurant were very curious about Ye Fan's identity. What kind of person could make the boss risk offending the prince to serve him?
Seeing that the matter had been resolved just like that, Su Qingxue and Zheng Enjie both felt that it was inconceivable, especially Zheng Enjie, who had an awkward expression on his face. If he knew that Ye Fan was so familiar with the owner of this shop, why would he brag and show off?
"Aiya, it's all thanks to Assistant Ye. Otherwise, I would have made a fool of myself tonight." Zheng Enjie sighed.
Ye Fan rubbed his stomach and said, "Don't say anymore. Luckily I ate two hot dogs on the way, otherwise I would have starved to death."
"What kind of relationship do you have with this Matthew? He doesn't even care about the prince anymore. Is this really okay?" Su Qingxue was still a little worried.
Ye Fan waved his hand, "It's fine, he knows how to deal with it."
Not long after, the kitchen rushed to cut in line, and one exquisite dish after another was served on the table.
"Haha, eat, eat, don't be polite. Today's meal is on me, there's no need to pay the bill." Ye Fan didn't care about any western etiquette, he picked up his fork and started eating in big mouthfuls.
And all of this, when Mahmoud, who was in the private room, saw it, he felt incomparably angry.
Mahmoud waved his hand and called the white manager over, asking, "Manager, didn't I say that I bought all the ingredients in the kitchen? Why can they still eat it?! "
The manager awkwardly wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead and said, "Your Highness, because Mr. Pacaud and that gentleman are friends, we provided additional food for them.
But don't worry, you'll buy a lot of ingredients. We'll make up for whatever we lack … "
"Bastard! Don't you understand what I mean!? I won't allow you to provide them with food! Is Chef Paco looking down on me!? Just what is the background of his friend!? "Mahmoud blew his beard and glared.
The manager smiled bitterly, "This..." I'm not sure about that. It's a Mr. Ye from China. "
"A mere citizen of China, I thought you were a politician or a royal family of some country. Hmph, since you don't want to cooperate with me, then I don't want to give you any face." Mahmoud said as he snapped his fingers.
Behind him, two tall and sturdy bald white bodyguards wearing suits and headphones aggressively walked towards the table of Ye Fan and the other two.
The restaurant manager panicked. "Your Highness! Please don't be angry! There are still a lot of customers eating here! "
"How much money did you lose? At most, I'll compensate you. This prince must get that woman today!"
Mahmoud opened his eyes wide and took out several stacks of euros from a large LV bag carried by his attendant. There were also several gold bars mixed in and he directly threw them on the table.
"If you don't have enough money, do you want me to transfer a sum of money from the consortium? Or do you want me to buy this restaurant!? "Mahmoud asked.
The restaurant manager's face was bitter. Outside was the boss's friend, and inside was the prince of Dib. He was stuck in the middle, and no one dared to provoke him.
At this moment, Ye Fan also noticed that the two bald bodyguards had already walked over. He smiled and said to Su Qingxue, "Look, even if we don't provoke them, they won't let us go."
Siu Qingxue had only eaten a few mouthfuls when she saw this scene. She frowned and said, "Why is this prince like this? Then let's hurry up and leave."
Why are you leaving? "If it wasn't for you stopping me, I would have gone over to settle this trouble just now." Ye Fan no longer wanted to give Mahmoud a second chance.
The two bald bodyguards had already walked to the table. One of them lifted the hem of his suit, revealing a gold-plated Desert Eagle pistol, while the other smashed his fist on the table.
"Our prince invites this young lady to dine together." The bodyguard's accent sounded like that of a Chinese.
"I refuse." Su Qingxue said in disgust, then picked up her bag, "Let's go!"
The baldy grinned, silently pulled out the gun in his hand and pressed it on the table, "This is not up to you …" Siu
Siu Qingxue's expression changed. She bit her lips and looked at Ye Fan.
At some of the nearby tables, when the guests saw this scene, they were all shocked. Several of the guests had already reached for their bags, ready to leave the restaurant at any time.
But at this moment, the bald bodyguard who pulled out the gun let out a blood-curdling scream!
A silver fork had already pierced through the hand of the bodyguard that was holding the gun, directly nailing his hand to the table!
Blood flowed onto the tablecloth, dyeing it red.
"Damn it!" The bodyguard endured the pain, angrily pulled out his hand, and punched towards Ye Fan's head!
However, Ye Fan had already picked up the knife and stabbed it into his fist with a "Puchi" sound!
"Aooo!" When the knife went in, the bodyguard was in so much pain that he almost fainted!
Seeing this, the other bald bodyguard pulled out the golden Desert Eagle and was about to shoot at Ye Fan without saying a word.
However, Ye Fan's speed was as fast as lightning. He didn't know how, but he forcefully snatched the gun from the bodyguard's hands!
The bodyguard was dumbfounded. He discovered that his hand was already empty. His fingers were in extreme pain, as if his fingers had been fractured.
Raising his head, he saw that the black muzzle of the gun was already aimed at his forehead!
"The speed at which he pulled out the gun was too slow. To be able to become a royal guard like this, Prince Dib is really lucky not to have died."
Ye Fan was still chewing on the delicacies in his mouth, holding the limited edition golden Desert Eagle pistol in his hand, he suddenly pulled the trigger!
"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!" — — "
Although the recoil of this pistol was extremely strong, Ye Fan was holding it with one hand. It was as steady as a fixed cannon, accurately shooting out bullets.
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