Chapter 17 / Please continue to support me with 1 million words!
PS: In the end, I decided that this book on Saints will be all about practicing writing, and I will tell the story seriously.
PS2: I still need the recommendation vote. I was a little too angry yesterday. My whole body was sore, my back was aching, my head was dizzy, and my whole body was swollen. That’s why I said those words. Today, I have been resurrected with full blood! I will continue to update 4,000 a day starting tomorrow!
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On the eve of dinner, Nolan Ji'er had just opened, and there were not many people there yet. It was a time when the flow of people was sparse.
Cynthia was wiping glasses behind the bar. When she looked up inadvertently, she saw Ewen Ian walking in with a crying Adhesire.
Noticing Cynthia's gaze, Yi Wenyan spread his hands: "After watching a movie, it became like this."
Cynthia snorted coldly, "If I really thought you made Adele cry, I would kick you out right now." Putting down the cup, Cynthia stepped out from behind the bar and walked towards the two of them.
Evan shrugged, let go and let Cynthia pull Adishiel over. Seeing Cynthia comforting Adishiel in a low voice, Evan noticed the time, considering that after the workers got off work, the bar was closed.
The peak period was almost here, and he walked straight to the back room behind the bar: "I'm going to change my clothes first. It's almost time. It won't be convenient to wait for the customers to arrive. Adishiel remembers to hurry up."
"Is this kind of thing just a matter of time?" Cynthia replied angrily, but when she turned around to look, Yi Wenyan had already left.
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By the time Adishiel slowly changed her clothes, Nolan Ji'er had already ushered in the first wave of peak customer flow.
Cynthia is both a father and a mother, bartending and collecting bills, and occasionally has to serve as a waitress, so when Adishil walked out of the back room behind the bar, Cynthia almost bumped into the girl with the tray in her hand, "
Ah! Be careful!"
Adahil subconsciously took a step back. Cynthia spun half a circle with a small jump, the tray in her hand was stable, and she perfectly avoided a traffic accident. She kept walking, and even turned around to warn Ada.
Hill said, "The food is already prepared, go and eat quickly." Before she finished speaking, she disappeared from Aidai Hill's sight.
"..." Adishiel was wearing an inconspicuous red robe. Compared with the silence in the morning, she couldn't adapt to the crowded and hot bar. She tiptoed to the bar and stood next to Yi Wen.
Ian sat down next to him.
Seeing Adishil coming over, Yi Wenyan, who was also wearing a red robe, chewed the roast meat in his mouth and pointed to the food in front of him: "Sit down and eat quickly. Try Cynthia's craftsmanship. She
I have been practicing it for the past two years and it tastes very good, at least I quite like it."
Adheer is a little reserved. She is not used to this kind of place that exudes the atmosphere of the market, which makes her a little overwhelmed. Here, all the etiquette used by the upper class to communicate is just a joke. People talk and laugh loudly while eating,
Not following the meal rules and not paying attention to polite speech. This made Adishiel feel a little uncomfortable all over. She suddenly felt that there was no point in maintaining her appearance so conscientiously, and she was like a fool.
Adishiel gently lifted the knife and fork, and watched with some curiosity as Yiwen held two wooden sticks in his hands and moved them like flying skills during the meal: "She is so busy, why don't you help her? Your relationship is not
Is it good?"
"Chopsticks are more convenient to use... Hmm? What did you say?" Yi Wenyan, who was sighing with emotion, could not react for a moment, "Oh, Qiluo, don't look at her like that, these are nothing to her, let alone
I can help her now, but what will happen when I'm away? Since Qiluo only hired so many people, she must have her reasons. Don't worry about it, just eat quickly."
"You...seem to be very familiar with Miss Xin...Qiluo..." Adishiel looked hesitant.
"You can just call Cynthia. 'Qiluo' is a title that only I can use." Yi Wenyan finished speaking somewhat domineeringly, and then explained, "I have known Qiluo for almost ten years."
"Well..." Not sure what she was thinking, Adishiel lowered her head.
As Ivan said, the little Nolanji can only accommodate a limited number of passengers. After the initial rush of people, as the meals ordered by the guests gradually filled up, Cynthia soon became free.
After coming down, she wiped her hands with her apron and walked back to the bar: "Ah, sorry, sorry, there are always more customers at this time."
Yi Wenyan raised his head, looked at Cynthia and smiled, and was about to say: "No..."
Suddenly there was a voice behind him, interrupting his words: "It's nothing, beautiful lady, I am a very patient gentleman."
Gentleman? Pervert you!
The corner of Yi Wenyan's mouth twitched, and he turned his head to look. Sure enough, it was this perverted gentleman and girl (note: girl dressed in men's clothing) duo.
Eret smiled at Yi Wenyan: "You two, I didn't expect to meet again so soon. I didn't have time to introduce myself last time. My surname is Hogan, and I am an ordinary florist."
Franiel followed Eret and sighed, "What didn't you expect? Mr. Dog-nosed, that's enough! Why did I just walk to the door and suddenly rush in happily!"
But... forget it this time.
Franiel looked at Yi Wenyan who was being pulled by her young master, and her face felt slightly hot.
"Ah...yes..." Yi Wenyan's answer was a little stiff, and he was a little depressed. In the White Rose City of Nuozhou, what is the chance of meeting the same two people on the same day? Who can tell me?
As one of the key figures of the "New Moon" project, Eret's premature contact with the other party was not part of Yiwen's plan. He secretly pulled up his hood and made a gesture to Cynthia: "Flower Seller"
Sir, are you here for dinner too? Is it possible that you are very familiar with the landlady?"
"Haha..." Seeing Yi Wenyan's gesture, Cynthia reacted quickly. She covered her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled softly: "Mr. Zhu En, don't call me that, the boss lady sounds so old.
Well, just call me Cynthia."
Eret's attention seemed to be drawn away by Cynthia: "Oh! Cynthia! Can I also call you that? Beautiful lady!"
Cynthia hesitated for a moment. What an annoying guy. She smiled reluctantly and nodded: "Okay... okay."
Yi Wenyan stood up, pulled up the half-eaten Adishil, and nodded to Cynthia, "Thank you for your hospitality, miss. I haven't had such a warm dinner for a long time, but I still have something urgent to do."
, and said goodbye."
"Ah, have a good trip." Cynthia seemed to reply subconsciously. She seemed a little tired of dealing with Eret who suddenly approached him diligently.
But when he heard that Yi Wenyan was leaving, Eret's reaction was even greater than Cynthia's. He jumped up suddenly: "Oh! Sir! Don't leave! It's fate that we meet, why don't we talk!"
Yi Wenyan took the still confused Adishiel to the door. He turned around, the upper half of his face was hidden in the hood, and only his black eyes shone in the shadows.
Shenghui: "Sorry, Mr. Hogan, I have something urgent to do today. Let's talk about it next time we have a chance."
"Oh... what a pity..." Eret seemed to be really troubled, "I really have a lot of things I want to talk to you about, such as the four extremely effective, super range, and super magic four.
Ring magic..."
Yi Wenyan looked at him and nodded: "Sorry, I don't know what you are talking about."
After saying that, Yi Wenyan no longer hesitated, pulled Adishiel, opened the door and walked out.
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A good writer who writes four frames (I collaborated with this person on my Plants vs. Zombies comic script), who is currently in the new book issue, and needs more "love" than the one above who has a collection of 7,000.