Signing In At The Civil Affairs Bureau, I Was Rewarded With A Gorgeous Wife

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"Are you good-looking folks here for a meal?"

A tanned guy ran out from the food stall.

With a towel, he wiped the table haphazardly and placed a few menus down before smiling and saying, "Take your time looking at the menu. Call me over whenever you're ready to order."

"Hold on a moment."

Song Yun took out a business card that he got from the hotel owner today from his pocket and handed it over, asking, "Buddy, the place we're staying at said we can get a discount by mentioning their name, is that true?"

The waiter beamed even brighter upon seeing the business card, nodding enthusiastically as he said, "Yes, yes! You get a 20% discount!"

"Alright then, you go ahead with your work, we'll call you when we're ready."

Song Yun waved his hand, distributing the menus among the group.

"Boss, we've just got a fresh shipment of seafood, just arrived and it's still fresh. Would you like to take a look?"

The waiter came over and asked.

"Freshly caught?"

"Absolutely fresh! Our restaurant is tied up with the fishermen in the village. They deliver their catch to us first thing every evening, I assure you it's straight out of the water!"

The waiter grinned, showing off his pearly white teeth.

"Then let's have a look."

Song Yun followed him to the kitchen where many foam boxes were laid out, filled with assorted seafood like fish, shrimp, and crab, all of them wiggling energetically and appearing very fresh.

As Song Yun noticed a grouper in one of the boxes and was about to ask how much it weighed, the waiter swiftly scooped it up with a net and slammed it onto the ground.

The grouper twitched a couple of times and then lay still.

What the hell???

What's going on???

Before Song Yun could react, he saw the waiter skillfully putting the grouper on the scale and shouting, "Eight pounds eight ounces! Boss, do you want it steamed or in a hot pot? "

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Song Yun, with a puzzled face, asked, "What's this for?"

"Huh? Didn't you want this particular fish?"

The waiter asked, looking confused.

Song Yun was a bit frustrated after hearing this, thinking to himself that he must not have communicated clearly.

"I just wanted to ask how much that fish weighed, but never mind, since it's dead, I'll take it."

Upon hearing Song Yun's words, the waiter breathed a sigh of relief and cheerfully said, "Boss, I'm not bragging, but this fish will taste incredibly fresh when steamed! And after you're done, we can collect the fish head to make you a fish head soup. That creamy fish soup is definitely good for your health!"

Song Yun didn't respond, instead, he looked through a few more seafood items and picked out some shrimp and crab.

"Boss, do you like kebabs? We also have fresh meat skewers to choose from here, which go great with a cold beer!"

As the waiter spoke, he brought over a basin full of mutton and asked.

"How much?"

"Not expensive, just a hundred, barely covering our hard work!"

Hearing this, Song Yun looked at the full basin of meat, all just for a hundred???

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Buying this much meat in the city would probably cost seventy or eighty as well!

"Bring me a basin."

Hearing Song Yun's words, the server happily shouted, "The boss is generous!"

After ordering the dishes, Song Yun returned to his seat, and everyone ordered some seafood and snacks while waiting for the kitchen to serve up.

As the sky gradually darkened, this small food stall became packed with people, many of them wearing red jackets, part of a travel group.

Song Yun and his friends' dishes were soon served, and they sampled the food, finding that the stall's flavors were quite good—even some seafood was fresher than what they had eaten at lunch in the restaurant!

They ate and drank, and by nine in the evening, after a satisfying meal, the girls wanted to stroll around the night market.

Song Yun stood up and gestured to the server, "Young man, the check, please!"

"Ah, sure, just give me a moment to calculate it, and I'll bring you the bill!"

The server pulled out a calculator and a pen and started scribbling away before saying to Song Yun, "One basin of kebabs, one grouper, three kilograms of shrimp and crab, five kilograms of razor clams, and some other seafood, plus Shi Si bottles of beer, comes to 65,832 in total. Let's round it down to 65,800 and give you a 20% discount, so you only need to pay 52,640!"

"52,640?" Song Yun frowned and asked, "Bro, we only ate this much. That can't be right, could it? Did you make a mistake?"

The server, as if he had anticipated this, went through the bill item by item, "Indeed, that's how much it costs. This grouper here is 4,000 per kilo—wild big grouper! That's 34,000. A basin of kebabs, 3,100; shrimp and crab, 800 per kilo, so that's 2,400; razor clams are 1,000 per kilo, which is 5,000. Plus all the other assorted seafood, that adds up to this much!"

"What the hell, how much did you say this fish costs per kilo?" Ouyang Jie, incredulous, stood up and demanded, "F*cking 4,000 per kilo! Are you robbing us?!"

"How can you speak like that, brother! We're just a small business trying to make a modest living—is it that easy to earn this money?"

The server defended.

"That's not it—didn't you tell me the basin was only a hundred? How did it become 3,100?"

Hearing Song Yun's words, the server confidently replied, "You must've heard wrong! Who said a basin for a hundred? I said one skewer for a hundred! How could one basin be a hundred! Stop joking with me—how do you want to pay, cash or scan a code?"

"Pay my ass!"

Ouyang Jie, hot-headed, shouted, "What the hell! With that kind of money, we could dine lavishly at a five-star restaurant, and you'd still have change. What the hell are you thinking, charging us that much? Your place is nothing but a rip-off!"

The server's expression darkened at those words, and he said threateningly to Ouyang Jie, "If you can't afford to eat, don't eat. Did I force you to order so much? You didn't ask clearly whose fault is that? And one more thing! We run a legitimate business, if you call us a 'rip-off' one more time, believe me, I'll break your legs!"

"What? You still want to fight?"

Ouyang Jie, pushed to the brink of anger, cracked his knuckles and sneered, "In all my life, I've never been afraid of a fight. Give it a try if you're so tough!"

"Fine, fine, fine! You want to dine and dash, eh!"

The server yelled towards the kitchen, "Master Feng! Someone's trying to dine and dash and not pay, and they're calling us a rip-off!"

"I'll be damned, who the hell has the guts to cause trouble on my turf!"

A fat man in a white apron, brandishing a kitchen knife, charged out.

He pointed at Song Yun's nose and cursed, "Are you the motherf*cker trying to dine and dash?"

"It's their table, they ate their meal but don't want to pay!"

The server stepped back and yelled, "And that son of a bitch said he's never afraid of a fight—it scared me to death!"

"Enough, enough! You're not needed here! Go attend to the other customers!"

Master Feng stood over one meter eighty tall and weighed well over two hundred kilos. His exposed limbs were covered in black hair, giving off a fearsome and menacing aura.