A day ago.
"Vomit!"
"Vomit!"
In a dark, dilapidated small restaurant, there was a violent vomiting sound.
After a while, from the small public restroom connected to the back kitchen of the restaurant, a middle-aged man wearing a French dining apron, thick limbs, fat head and round face walked out.
His face looked pale, his pupils still flashed with residual fear, his left hand against the wall, his right hand on his lower abdomen, and he staggered forward with his arched body, the pain on his face was as if he had just given birth.
"Dog Day! Go to his wife's gourmet! ”
The middle-aged man collapsed on the seat, obviously a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, but within a few seconds, he burst into tears with a "wow".
While crying, she scolded carelessly, her tone full of grievanc
