Do strange [unlimited flow]

Everyone straightened their backs suddenly, looked at each other in blank dismay, and then looked at the door simultaneously.

I don't know when there were two rows of waiters standing at the door, each of them had a strange smile with the same curvature, standing motionless on both sides of the carpet, it looked like there were two rows of wooden stakes.

The butler and the tour guide took the lead and stood closest to the door, with happy smiles on their faces, as if they were about to see his most admired idol next.

When the bell fell, the butler said, "The banquet has begun!"

In an instant, the surrounding lights dimmed suddenly, and the candles on the surrounding walls were suddenly lit, emitting a warm yellow faint light, which blended with the light of other candles.

Then, the tour guide opened the door, and a white-faced man in an elegant retro suit walked in.

He has a wide frame, but is not tall, his face is pale like using inferior concealer, the fake white texture is like white paint, coupled with the very unrealistic body proportions, it makes him look like an overexposed white paper The feeling of the filmmaker.

His eyes are very big, and the light blue eyeballs occupy a large position, and the whites of the eyes are hardly visible. Against this warm yellow light, it is even more chilling than a ghost.

The room was silent for a while, and no one spoke. Everyone watched him walk in. The housekeeper and tour guide showed satisfied and happy expressions, followed closely behind, and then the door was closed by the waiter.

The curator quickly saw a few of them, and the cool light swept over everyone's faces, his light blue eyes blinked: "Ah... that's great, there are so many young blood coming here every year."

Everyone: "..."

Under the background of this story, no one thinks about other aspects.

The owner of the restaurant didn't care if no one responded to his words, so he walked down his seat, rubbed his hands and said, "I've been busy with business outside these two days, so I haven't been able to receive you well, I hope you don't hate me. , I really want to see you all earlier...and there are more people this year than in previous years..."

Yuan Ge glanced at the butler standing behind him, and asked aloud, "Did there not be many people who came last year?"

The butler replied softly: "Not a lot, it's the same as the number that came this year."

The owner then turned to the housekeeper with curious eyes: "Then why do I remember that there were so few people attending the banquet last year?"

"Last year, I probably encountered some kind of flu. At that time, many guests were unwell and couldn't come to the banquet, but I did say hello to them for you."

The host showed a reassuring expression: "Just say hello to them for me, otherwise, if we meet every day in the future, it will be difficult for them to get along if they hold grudges in their hearts."

He sat down on the chair, and smiled graciously at everyone: "You are so lucky, there is no flu this year."

After finishing speaking, he sighed again, and said regretfully, "But last year seemed to be a little more lively than this year."

"What I mean is that last year's guests were more talkative and would communicate with me about problems in the museum, but everyone may be hungry. I heard from the tour guide that everyone visited the scenic spots in our museum this afternoon. You must be hungry when you come down, come and serve food!"

The waiter appeared immediately, and the dishes on the table were full.

Still no one spoke, the host's complexion changed slightly, and he said, "The guests who came this year are all relatively shy ones."

As he said, he licked his lips: "But I'm hungry too. I finally finished my business and came back with my stomach growling, because the preparation was rushed, and I made it according to my preference. What do you like? You can also talk about the food you eat.”

Everyone: "..."

It's the first time I've seen so many npcs.

The host cut open the steak and stuffed a piece into his mouth.

"Oh, it's really delicious steak. Today's head chef didn't live up to my expectations. How about everyone... Why don't you eat it? Do you think it's not delicious? The steak is delicious when it's hot, and it's cold. Then the taste will get worse.”

The owner of the restaurant looked over, everyone was eating or not, you looked at me and I looked at him, and there was no movement for a while.

The aroma of the steak rushed into the nostrils, and it has already attracted the gluttons in everyone's stomachs, but after going through the events of the day, they always have a feeling that these meats may also feel like meat. When thinking of the tragedy of the day, even the taste No matter how fragrant it is, I can't eat it anymore.

The owner's face became more stiff. He seemed dissatisfied with everyone's silence. Song Wenshu noticed this and couldn't help but look at Yuan Ge, wanting to see what he would do.

As a result, Yuange picked up a knife and fork, skillfully cut off a piece of steak, brought it to his nose, sniffed it, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"I feel the taste is a bit ordinary. Do you like this kind of very mature steak? With all due respect, it is no different from cooked meat, and there is no need to eat it with a knife and fork."

The curator's face twitched, his mouth parted again, and he smiled: "This guest seems to have some conflicts with my taste, so how much mature food do you like to eat? You don't have to worry that the chef won't cook it, if Even if he can't cook, then there won't be a great head chef in this world, with his ability, no matter what you say, he can make it for you."

Yuan Ge really showed a regretful expression: "I don't like to eat this kind of food. I like to eat noodles, sliced ​​with a knife, and pulled noodles are also fine. Dried noodles are fine powder and rice noodles. Add some coriander and spicy peppers. If you can, give me more. Set up a few plates of roasted kidneys, there are so many people, it’s not bad to eat hot pot, some shrimp smooth belly, a large portion of duck blood, oh yes, beer is also a must.”

Song Yuanbai listened to it, sat next to him relying on Song Wenshu, and scolded angrily: "Grass, do you want to be so hungry?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard his stomach growl.

Song Wenshu: "..."

Song Yuanbai: "..."

Yuan Ge paused, and smiled: "It seems that there are customers who are not used to these meals like me and want to eat our local food. I believe that the chef's cooking skills will definitely make us go back with satisfaction. During our trip It adds a thick ink to my memory."

The curator's face twitched even more, and at the same time, the corners of his mouth desperately turned up, trying to make an expression of surprise: "Really? This is really great, as I said, our museum The chef in the restaurant is an excellent talent, he will definitely be able to make the delicious food in your mouth."

"Stay tuned." He maintained the balance of the corners of his mouth, looked up and gave the chef a look, and the chef immediately followed a wave of waiters into the kitchen.

The atmosphere was a little oppressive for a while, and the others didn't dare to breathe, and their eyes quickly swept towards Yuan Ge unprecedentedly.

However, the two looked calm, they didn't care whether their words would cause trouble to everyone, and they didn't care whether the curator's mood was good or bad, even though the housekeeper once said that only the curator's favorite can get the train ticket.

But after thinking about it, Yuan Ge's hatred value was so full that the probability of them getting a train ticket would be greatly doubled, so someone's face relaxed, and the corners of their lips slowly curled up.

The sound of chopping vegetables and meat came out from the kitchen very quickly. The curator secretly breathed a sigh of relief, resumed his graceful movements, and cut off a small piece of steak neatly, just about to stuff it into his mouth. However, before the piece of meat touched his lips, someone suddenly said, "How can it be like this?"

The curator paused, looked towards Kongqian, with doubts on his face: "May I ask what happened? My dear guest."

Kong Xiang shook his head, but on his face was an expression of regret and incompetence and rage: "It's nothing serious, my dear curator, I'm not angry because of everything here, I'm angry with ourselves. "

"What's the matter?" Hearing this, the curator immediately put down the knife and fork in his hand, preparing to be a confidant elder and listen to the distressed questions of the younger generation.

Unprecedentedly said: "Although what Cai Yuange said just now has moved you and your chef, the curator, and you are willing to prepare another food for us, but..."

"but what?"

Kong Kong said: "However, curator, you still eat your steak, I don't mind the steak, I just mind, we are so Amway, you still eat your steak, doesn't that mean, what we just said Those, don't you have the slightest attraction?"

Unprecedentedly dissatisfied with the curator eating his own food: "Good things must be shared, curator, you have shared your hotel, chef, so many friends, and the attractions in the museum with us, and we have nothing in return , I still can't impress you, the curator, and this is what makes me angry."

curator:"……"

The smile on the curator's face darkened visibly, he barely maintained his demeanor and asked the butler to remove his portion of steak as well.

"It's nothing, you see, I also evacuated." The curator showed him that the table in front of him was empty except for some seasonal fruits.

Unprecedented smiled: "I don't mean to force you, the curator, to eat the same food as us. I just want to share with you what we think is the best, you won't be angry, right?"

"No way." The curator replied while his face twitched.

Yuan Ge even had some regrets: "This kind of food should be eaten at the food stalls on the side of the road. It's so lively."

One lively sentence almost broke the curator's last demeanor.

Fortunately, Yuan Ge added a sentence at the end: "But let's forget it this time. If there is a chance in the future, please invite the curator to experience the customs of the food stall with us."

curator:"……"

It will take some time to wait for the remade meal. The curator rolled his eyes and asked, "Anyway, there is still some time. I think everyone is quite bored. Why don't we play a game?"

"Let's play, turntable, how about?"

As the curator spoke, his eyeballs rolled around, and finally landed firmly on Yuan Ge and Kong Wuqian. That gesture was not about seeking advice.

Everyone's faces froze instantly.