Chapter 283: The Shock from Britain (Part 2)

He tossed a plastic bag of food into the host's arms and then extended his hand, saying, "That'll be 9 pounds 15 pence."

"Why? I didn't order any takeaway!"

"The location was set to here, I don't care about the rest. The meal costs 5 pounds 15 pence, packaging fee 1 pound, delivery charge 2 pounds."

"This is robbery! Plus, the restaurant is just a hundred meters from my house, and you're charging me 2 pounds! And what's that 1 pound for!"

"The platform's ordering fee."

"This is robbery!"

"I don't care, you have to pay."

Pressured by the other person's size, the host reluctantly gave the money and returned to his original spot with the takeaway bag, looking downcast.

He silently opened the takeaway bag, only to find fish and chips inside.

But the fish had turned black, the chips had gone limp, and they looked so unappetizing, mushy to the bite.

And the chips didn't even come with ketchup, tasting in the mouth like crumbled rubber, not delicious at all.