First Conflict Provoked by the Queuing Machine

"One more serving, please." The fatty ate so happily that he shouted carelessly without noticing it.

"I'm sorry. Each person can only order one serving here." Zhou Jia went up and said dutifully.

Even if she had seen the fatty for several times, she had to remind him smilingly. After all, many people often ate their meals happily and shouted like that subconsciously, which Zhou Jia had gotten used to.

"Oh, right. How could Boss Yuan just serve each of his customers only a few Mantous?" The fatty stroked his belly unwillingly and straightforwardly murmured.

"You can come again to eat at noon." Zhou Jia suggested smilingly.

"I'd like to. But my wallet doesn't allow me to do that. It doesn't always increase in weight like me." The fatty patted on his big and jiggly belly, which was fairly interesting.

Standing at the side, Zhou Jia didn't know what to say and thus just smiled.

"This fatty is so interesting." Su Mu smiled lightly.