"That..." Han Qing had something else to say? Sister Ke Meng didn't give her a chance, so she pushed Han Qing out directly. With a 'bang', the door closed.

There are many waiters in the Black Blue Bar, and they are already under control. If they are in charge of food, they have to hire someone who specializes in cooking. It would be better to save some trouble. So Sister Meng also pays employees a monthly salary and bonus, and there is also a 15-yuan meal supplement every day. Such a good treatment and such an easy-going boss, no wonder the employees in the bar have not left for three or two years.

However, there is a small kitchen on the second floor. If anyone wants to cook something by himself, he will do it casually. Han Qing is the lazy guy and has never entered the kitchen. Since he was with Sakura, Sakura will sit down delicious food in the kitchen for a few days every week and then enjoy it with Han Qing.

As for breakfast, I was even more lazy to make it. Not only Han Qing, but also people from the Black and Blue Bar, but few residents in the entire Jeju City seem to make breakfast at home. Therefore, the breakfast industry in Jeju City is very prosperous, and you can see a breakfast stall every few alleys.

Breakfast stalls are often composed of several vendors, and they each sell different foods, so there are many types of breakfast. Some of them shout: spicy soup, bean sauce, hot and humus (local language, soups,), fried dough sticks, cakes, and pancakes. We are not professional, but those who are professional have changed the types of breakfast into jingles and shouted out from others, as if we were talking about quick books.

Han Qing either didn't eat it. If you want to eat it, go to the bar two hundred meters west. The mutton kebab on the bridge was filled with eggs, and two mutton kebabs, a chicken fillet, and a big pepper. He bit it into his mouth. It was so pleasant. It was hard to imagine that a legend in the past would integrate into society so quickly.

Since he wanted to buy breakfast, Han Qing often bought a lot of servings, including Sister Meng, Sakura, Lao Bai, and... Anyway, he bought them all. Every time Chen's mother, who sells mutton skewers and cakes, she would laugh so hard that she couldn't stop after seeing Han Qing coming.

Mom Chen is almost sixty this year, but she is very quick-witted. Just now, she is still two short of picking up cakes. At this moment, a medium-sized truck is standing in front of the stall. When the breakfast stalls next to her are seeing it, they hurriedly packed up their things, shouting: "The urban management is here! Everyone, run away!"

Who is it? It turns out it is the urban management!

The vendors were very quick and had already prepared. After the urban management officers jumped out of the car, they probably had already escaped.

Mother Chen stuffed the cake into Han Qing's hand and said, "You go back to eat these first. It's too late, so the aunt will leave first."

"Mom Chen, I'll give you money."

"No need, let's talk about it tomorrow!" Chen Ma's cake stall was placed on a worn tricycle. It was faster to ride a tricycle than to run away.

But Chen's mother couldn't pedal no matter how hard she pedaled. She bent down and saw that the chain on the gear was stuck. It was so anxious that the more urban management there was, the more problems it was.

"Stop! Get off the car, who asked you to set up a stall here, give me the car and detain me!" The city manager who led the lead did not respect the elderly and loved the young at all. I wonder if this girl was in life, so she pushed Chen's mother away. If it weren't for Han Qing's support behind her, Chen's mother would have fallen.
Chapter completed!