"I'm so useless!" After saying this, the young man almost wanted to slap himself. He had intended to say something else, but it came out like this, making him feel embarrassed.
"Forget it, it's the same whether we cause trouble after eating or before." The young man thought to himself.
"Give me another serving of spicy chicken wings!"
"I want three skewers of pork belly. The ones we ordered earlier weren't enough."
"I want to add..."
Seeing the leader order another serving, the other young men who were hesitating immediately stepped forward and placed their own orders. Initially, they had planned to find fault and cause trouble, so they hadn't ordered much. But now that they discovered how delicious the barbecue was, they naturally wanted to order more.
As they watched these young men eagerly placing their orders, Jake felt puzzled. Could it be that he misjudged them? Were they just rough-looking but actually good people? Normal customers?
The nearby owners of the other barbecue stalls were also confused. These young men were brought here by them, not to help Jake's business, but to disrupt his stall. What was going on now?
They had originally expected these young men to take a few bites and then cause a scene, but now they were merrily eating in front of Jake's stall. Everyone had a look of enjoyment and satisfaction, as if they were highly pleased with the food from Jake's stall. The script wasn't supposed to be like this – weren't they supposed to cause trouble after taking a few bites? How did they just forget about it and focus on eating?
"What's wrong with these people? Are they so unreliable?"
"I have no idea. Who knows what they are thinking?"
"Don't look at me, I'm not familiar with them either. Although I brought them here, I don't interact with them much, so I don't know much about them."
"Let's wait and see. Maybe they were just hungry and wanted to eat something."
"A bunch of brainless fools. They forget about their mission so easily. We shouldn't have trusted them."
As the business at their stalls became increasingly quiet, and they became more concerned about the situation at Jake's stall, the owners of the other barbecue stalls gathered together again, constantly complaining about the behavior of these young men. However, besides waiting, it seemed like they had no other options. They could only hope that after these young men were full, they would remember their original purpose.
"Boss, bring another crate of beer."
"That's right, barbecue without beer is not acceptable."
"Exactly, that's why I felt like something was missing earlier. Now that you mention it, hurry up and bring the beer!"
The young men didn't know what Jake and the other barbecue stall owners were thinking. At this point, they seemed to be in high spirits. They ordered beer and continued to eat and drink, truly enjoying themselves. They were treated as guests, and since these young men weren't causing any trouble at the moment, Jake naturally couldn't refuse their requests. Seeing them eating and drinking so joyfully, it made the other barbecue stall owners feel anxious.
"Hanson, did we forget something?" It was only after they had eaten and drank enough that one of the young men suddenly seemed to remember something and said to the leader.
The leader was in the middle of devouring a chicken leg. When he heard the words, he froze for a moment, then became irritated and said, "It's all you idiots, gluttons! All you know is eating! We almost forgot about our mission!"
Then, holding the chicken leg in his hand as if scolding it, the leader made some silent reproaches about the other people around him, thinking, "Idiots, there's one of you among the gluttons as well."
"Alright, we've eaten enough. It's time to do what we came here for," the young man said to the others, and they all nodded in agreement.
The leader looked somewhat reluctant at the half-eaten chicken leg in his hand. Then, holding it, he walked towards Jake.
"Are you paying now? It's 1088 in total. Just give me 1080," Jake said nonchalantly, looking at them.
"Oh my God! How did we eat so much?" The leader had originally planned to cause trouble, but after hearing Jake's words, he was both shocked and angry. He turned around to the other people behind him and said, "Are you guys gluttons? Eating so much? Each and every one of you! Usually, I can't rely on any of you to get things done, but when it comes to eating, you're faster than anyone else. You actually ate so much!"
"I didn't eat that much. I only had three chicken legs, two pork trotters, five skewers of chicken wings, ten oysters..."
"Hanson, you ate a lot too."
"Yeah, Hanson, you ate the most."
The other young men refuted one after another. They had indeed eaten a fair amount, but the one who ate the most was still the leader himself. They didn't want to be labeled as gluttons; it would affect their reputation and future prospects. Although they did eat a substantial amount.
"I say you ate a lot, so you did!" The leader was almost infuriated. Did these underlings want to die? How dare they refute him? They were getting too arrogant.
No, after they returned, he needed to re-establish some discipline. These people were too disorganized and lacked discipline. He had to let them know that when the boss spoke, they had to listen and not talk back.
"Hanson, don't forget about our main purpose," the young man who had reminded the leader earlier spoke softly again.
The leader was first stunned, then he slapped his forehead suddenly, but he used too much force, making himself dizzy. Feeling even more annoyed, he quietly reprimanded the other young men, "It's all because of you guys! You almost made me forget our main purpose!"
The other young men rolled their eyes in secret but didn't dare to retort again. The leader seemed quite satisfied with his underlings' performance, so he turned his attention back to Jake, putting on a fierce expression.
"Mobile payment or cash?" Jake asked again.
"We're not here to settle the bill," the leader said, "We're here to settle a score."
"Isn't settling a score the same as paying the bill? Aren't they the same thing?" Jake responded, "It's 1080 in total, cash or mobile payment?"
"I already said we're not here to pay the bill," the young man said, "Why can't you understand what I'm saying?"
"Then what do you mean?" Jake asked.
At this moment, one of the young men behind Hanson kicked over a stool loudly and declared, "We're here to cause trouble!" Hanson was first stunned, then his face was filled with embarrassment. How could he have brought such a bunch of fools with him? They were too brainless!
"Oh, I see," Jake nodded as he witnessed the scene, "You're deliberately trying to cause trouble!"