Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

On the dining table, the atmosphere was in full swing. As a wizard band stood on the stage at the front of the restaurant, beautiful and somewhat peculiar music also sounded. The soothing and graceful notes matched the changes in the lights. Passed into the ears of every guest.They had cheerful expressions on their faces, nodded in cooperation from time to time, or whispered something to the people beside them, which attracted a tacit smile at each other.

"That's great, I like this song."

Naker's straight shoulders gradually relaxed. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and looked at the young wizard and witch on the stage. He fell back and leaned against the back of the seat.

"You know? Mr. Black, today is probably the happiest night I've had in years."

He turned his head and glanced at Charlie, who had the same flickering eyes. He clapped his palms while enjoying the performance, subconsciously beating the rhythm. It seemed to be a joke, but he said it very sincerely.

"Great food, great music, calm atmosphere...everything is good, Naker."

Hearing what Nucker said, Charlie smiled, turned his head to look at the other party, nodded, and praised him softly.

"I am also very happy at this dinner, thank you, my friend."

After finishing speaking, the two of them didn't say anything more, and at the same time tacitly raised the wine glasses next to each other's hands on the table, accompanied in mid-air? With a crisp sound of "Ding--", they collided together.

I don't know how long it took, and the music has gradually come to an end. After the last ending, the wizards and witches put down their instruments at the same time, and bowed deeply to the audience present. In exchange for a burst of warm applause.The chicken stewed in red wine that had just been eaten was arranged to be removed, and the cream of mushroom soup was placed in front of the three of them again.

Seeing that the contrast was pretty good, after a moment of hesitation, Nucker finally chose to speak and lead the topic to his main purpose of entertaining Charlie this time.

"Mr. Black..." He slowly raised his head, put down the spoon in his hand, looked at Charlie Black in front of him, and greeted him softly
"Huh?" Charlie responded, and turned his attention back to Nucker. He didn't say anything, but slightly raised his brows, waiting for what the other party would say next.

Nucker still had the usual smile on his face, as if on a whim, he casually talked to Charlie in a chatty tone
"In fact, it may be really old... I have recently lost the enthusiasm I used to deal with work."

"Normal." Charlie nodded, with a hint of approval in his words, as if listening to Nucker's words, he remembered his own state.

Immediately he couldn't help sighing, picked up the wine glass, gently swayed the unfinished red wine in it, and his posture became more and more weak, "As I said...time always makes people unconsciously Become slack. Even for me, most of the work is handed over to the elves under me, and I am only responsible for approving important documents. What's more, you are going to be 50 soon? I was not long ago That sentence... learn to rest early, put down your work, and hand it over to little Sanchez."

"Yes, just like what you said." Nucker's smile deepened a little bit. Keeping her head down, she pretended to be Gao Biqi Sanchez who had never said anything in the air.

It seemed that he felt the meaning contained in his father's eyes, and he seemed to understand what direction the atmosphere of this dinner party would take next.Little Sanchez squinted his eyes and quietly looked at the figure vaguely reflected in the soup bowl in front of him. He looked at his expression like a puppet, stiff and with an unconcealable powerlessness.

The other self in the soup bowl made him feel a little irritated. Finally, little Sanchez took a deep breath and suddenly stood up from his seat.

His actions caught the eyes of Charlie and Nucker, causing them to stop talking and turn to look at the tall and straight figure.

With a height of 1.9 meters and a broad frame, he has completely inherited the excellent genes of his father Nakel Sanchez.When he curled up his shoulders and hunched his waist, he still couldn't see anything, but when he really stretched out, and the majestic existence was within sight, Charlie suddenly realized it.

Little Sanchez's eyes flickered, his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but after a while, it just changed into "I'm full, Father, Mr. Black." After speaking, he sincerely bowed to Charlie After bowing, he left his seat and walked out of the restaurant without looking back...

Only Charlie and Nucker were left looking at his back, with inexplicable expressions in their eyes.

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"what happened?!"

However, just as Little Sanchez was leaving, in the back kitchen of the restaurant, a man in his thirties with tan shoulder-length curly hair and luxurious and noble clothes stood in the center with a bad face and scolded in a cold voice.

The noisy and busy chefs also stopped their work for a while, and stood in front of the man carefully and restrainedly, with their heads lowered, not daring to meet his eyes in the slightest.

The man was holding a white porcelain plate in his hand, and the food in it was the Belgian salad that Charlie and Nucker had served not long ago.

The man looked around and saw that no one answered his question, so he walked up to a bald chef wearing glasses who was about 40 years old.

As if feeling that he stopped in front of him, the lowered chef buried his head even lower, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva as his Adam's apple quivered up and down.

"You made this salad?"

Finally, the man spoke
"Yes... yes, Mr. Idle."

The chef raised his head with difficulty, and stammered in response:
Yes, the man in front of him is the owner of this restaurant, Duterdan Idel.

Listening to the chef's answer, the expression on Idel's face became more and more angry.

"Crack, crack!" With a sound, Idel's hand that was holding the plate suddenly loosened, causing the white porcelain plate, together with the Belgian salad on it, to shatter into powder with a crisp sound.

"So...you're going to feed our restaurant guests this shitty shit?"

As he spoke, he shook his hands... Then he suddenly grabbed the chef by the collar, pulled him to his eyes, and questioned him word by word.

"I think I've told all of you... the people who come here to eat, without exception, are the most distinguished and prestigious guests in the entire French magic world-this also means that the people who serve them The level must be the highest level in the whole of France...no! Even in the whole world."

After all, he loosened the chef's collar, then suddenly raised his feet, and trampled on the Belgian salad that had been scattered all over the ground, until it was crushed into a mess, and finally gave up. Taking a deep breath, he continued

"In the end... you actually use this kind of thing to fool me and our customers!?"

At this moment, Naming Chef's lips had already turned pale, as if he had never seen his boss so angry, his legs trembled uncontrollably, he looked at Idel pleadingly, and whispered for himself Justified

"Dear Mr. Idel...I haven't been in a good state these two days. You know, there are too many things. I..."

"That's all an excuse."

However, before he finished speaking, Idel directly blocked him back.

His expression suddenly lost the anger and excitement just now, and became indifferent and terrifying. He stared blankly at the other party, and slowly shook his head.

"I will go out in person later and apologize to our guests. As for you...you have no chance."