"Xiaoyu, Brother Sheng, how about I buy you a KFC bucket?"

Ding Tao looked at Xiao Yu nervously.

Xiao Yu raised her head from the correspondence textbook and looked at Ding Tao. Suddenly her eyes rolled up and turned white.

"Silly B!"

Ding Tao left in frustration. He had heard this word for three days in a row. The other waiters at the counter tried their best to hold back their laughter. Xiao Yu suddenly turned his head and stared at them, and everyone immediately became serious.

"Xiao Yu!" Zhao Song rubbed Xiao Yu's hair, "Be polite, everyone likes you, there is no harm."

Xiaoyu stared and made random gestures.

Zhao Song didn't stop him. He now understood that Xiao Yu only did this when he was in a good mood.

Nodding: "Okay, you can do it as long as you like, but we must try to curse as little as possible."

Another messy gesture.

"You're absolutely right!" Zhao Song held out his thumb in a serious manner, "But you still have to use less swear words."

Xiaoyu stopped gesticulating and gave him a fierce look.

"Zhao Song!"

Zhao Song turned around, saw clearly who was coming, and immediately cursed: "Where has your uncle Lu Li been who has been dead for more than a month?"
Chapter completed!