After the president became depressed, he was taught by the mirror ghost to fall in love!

It is precisely because He Jie's emotions are easily out of control that his agent does not want him to drink.

It would be terrible if you said something thoughtless or did something extreme after drinking.

The agent and He Jie are completely in the same boat. If He Jie talks nonsense after drinking or loses control of his emotions and says a bunch of things he shouldn't say, and if that group of annoying reporters reports it, the future of both of them will be ruined.

He Jie is extremely popular right now, and it is also because he is a new dark horse that has emerged from the siege. Although he is not a new writer, it is indeed the first time that he has become so popular. His agent wants to make He Jie more and more popular, but He Jie sometimes does not cooperate.

The agent sighed and wanted to give a few more reminders, but the waiter had already brought the menu.

He could only put on a smiling face and ask everyone to order food. He had to serve in this private room first because the other nine rooms would not be left idle. He would also have to find a way to get He Jie to accompany the fans in the remaining rooms in turn.

Everyone was hungry and ordered a lot of dishes. A few male fans were also drunk and shouted at the waiter to serve the dishes faster.

"Hey, don't say that...hiccup...this waitress is so pretty..."

"These long white legs...the twisted waist..."

Once these men drank too much, they started to fantasize about sex and uttered words that clearly showed disrespect for women.

He Jie noticed that the female fan next to him looked unhappy, so he whispered to remind her: "There are girls here, you guys should be careful with your words."

The group of men chuckled, obviously drunk and not taking it seriously at all.

The agent patted He Jie on the shoulder and whispered a few words, roughly telling He Jie to stay here for a while and then go to other private rooms. They have to treat everyone equally, otherwise it would be a waste of time to stay in one room and neglect the fans in the other nine rooms.

He Jie waved his hand to indicate that he understood, and the agent reluctantly shut up and stopped talking.

He originally wanted to sit here and keep an eye on He Jie to prevent him from talking nonsense when he was drunk, but this private room was obviously full and it would not be appropriate to squeeze in.

The agent looked at him worriedly and had to go to another private room. This restaurant served food very quickly. After ordering so many dishes, several were served in a short time.

"Hey! Your family serves the food so quickly, isn't it pre-prepared? Is this food fresh? I have a bad stomach, and if I eat stale food, I'll have diarrhea!"

As expected, some fans questioned the strange speed of serving the dishes, but the waiter still smiled gently and said, "Don't worry, it must be fresh! The meat is killed and chopped right after it was killed. You will know when you try it."

She didn't say much and left as soon as the dishes were served. The three dishes included a soup, a plate of stir-fried pork with green peppers, and a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs.

All the dishes served were home-cooked dishes, except for the slightly turbid soup, which was made from unknown meat. The soup was yellow in color and seemed to have a little scarlet floating in it. When you smelled it up close, there was an indescribable strange smell.

"What kind of soup is this? It doesn't smell like pork stew!"

Everyone was so hungry that someone scooped up a few spoonfuls, sniffed it, and then showed a slightly disgusted expression: "It smells a bit weird, can we drink it? It can't be sick pork, right?"

"It shouldn't be like this. Even if it's a sick pig, it wouldn't be this color!"

The drunk male fan burped and squinted his eyes: "Why do you care so much? They won't poison us! This restaurant looks so high-end, I guess the food they serve is not something we normally eat!"

"That's right! Since he dares to do it, it means there is absolutely no problem with eating it! Why are you so suspicious? Hey! Get out of the way! Let me have a taste!"

Finally, someone picked up his chopsticks. Everyone present was quietly waiting for the drunk male fan. As a result, they saw him pick up the bowl and take a big sip. Then, he suddenly widened his eyes and made a "hmm" sound.

"Hey, how is it? Is it delicious? What does it taste like?"

Everyone at the table was waiting for him to speak, but the male fan just stood up, poured himself another big bowl of food and gobbled it down without saying a word.

When everyone saw it, they realized it was so delicious. Seeing the look on the male fan's face, they guessed that it contained something new and fresh that ordinary people like them couldn't usually eat, so they all started eating with confidence.

"Oh my god! This soup is really good! Alas, I have never tasted it before! It just doesn't smell very good, but this tastes really good!"

"What kind of meat is this? It's a little red..."

"I don't know. It doesn't taste like chicken or duck, and it doesn't taste like pork..."

"I've already told you that the ingredients used in high-end restaurants like this are not what we normally see! Just eat whatever you want. Eating won't stop you from eating!"

Everyone chatted with each other and finished the three dishes in just five minutes.

The speed was so fast that He Jie hadn't even taken two bites before the three plates were empty. He was probably very hungry as he ate like a whirlwind.

However, the waiter seemed to know that they had finished their meals. He brought a few more dishes within a minute, and then left the dishes there without saying a word.

Everyone ate as quickly as before, with the plates empty in a few minutes, and the waiters seemed to be timing their meals by bringing new plates within a minute of the empty plates.

"How many chefs do you have in the kitchen? How can you cook so quickly? It seems that there are a lot of people eating in your restaurant. How do you manage to serve the food in just a few minutes?"

"Yes, and does your restaurant stock so many ingredients?"

Some fans also joked with a smile: "I see that your first floor is full, and the second floor is also full with us. Will your kitchen run out of ingredients when we eat half of the meal?"

"Ah, what if we don't have enough to eat then?"

The drunk man burped and said with a joking smile: "Didn't you say that the first floor is full? If the food is gone, you can use the people on the first floor as food to serve us!"

"Oh, you're talking like that while eating!"

"Hey, what's the big deal? Our teacher He is also a horror novelist after all! Doesn't this add some atmosphere to our teacher?"

He Jie was forced to drink a lot of alcohol, but he was still sober and did not forget what his agent said about keeping things fair.

He managed to stand up and smiled: "Everyone eat first, I'll go check out the other nine private rooms."

"Hey! Okay! Come back soon, Teacher He!"

He Jie responded and poured some wine into his glass before walking out of the room. Perhaps because it was getting late, the number of people on the first floor, which was originally packed with people, was reduced by half.

Several waiters were cleaning with mops and brooms. I don't know if there was red wine or something spilled on the floor. Looking down from the second floor, it was all scarlet.

He Jie was a little drunk and his eyes could not see clearly. He sat in the other nine private rooms one by one for a while and was forced to drink a lot of wine. The waiters served the food very quickly and the food was never interrupted in the ten private rooms.

Inevitably, some people couldn't help asking, "How many people are there in the kitchen? I can't tell what kind of animal the meat is from, but it's pretty fresh, and tastes much better than the pork and chicken I usually buy!"

He Jie couldn't answer this question. After he sat in the other nine private rooms for a while, about an hour passed. When he came out again, almost all the diners on the first floor had left.

The waiters were still mopping the floor. No one knew what had spilled on the floor. The red liquid was dripping all over the floor along the mop, making it seem like they couldn't mop it clean no matter what they did.