Could this young man be trying to skip out on the bill? Fu Yu wasn't sure.
To him, the man seemed more like he had some mental issues.
Dining alone with a urine bag—no normal person would do something like that!
But...
The security couldn't handle it, and Jiang Mo was pleading for his help.
Fu Yu looked around; it seemed like he really was the only one who could deal with this.
He glanced at the young man whose brows were furrowed, clearly a bit impatient.
Fu Yu braced himself and greeted, "Hello!"
The young man completely ignored Fu Yu and turned to Jiang Mo, saying, "I want to order food!"
As he spoke, he pointed to the shrimp behind him, "Give me two pounds of this!"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Mo didn't dare to really go fetch the shrimp. In a panic, she said, "We don't sell shrimp by the pound; it's sold per piece."
The young man was taken aback for a moment, glanced at the fresh shrimp, and hesitated, "Then, then start with ten pieces, no, twenty pieces!"
