When Zheng Qing was overwhelmed and embarrassed by the sharp words of the owner of the mansion, Poseidon finally came to the restaurant and gave the young wizard a chance to breathe.
The little fox originally walked elegantly into the restaurant with his tail raised. But when he saw Zheng Qing sitting next to Su Shijun, he was overjoyed and immediately jumped up with a scream.
Entering the wizard's arms, he murmured about how hard it was. He had to get up at six o'clock every day and go to bed before ten o'clock, and so on.
The wizard felt sad but couldn't promise anything, so he could only scratch the little fox's ears to show comfort.
Ding ding ding!
The sound of the silver spoon hitting the glass interrupted the brief confusion. Su Shijun glanced at Poseidon, said nothing, and just cleared his throat.
The little fox originally wanted to struggle and continue to stay in the wizard's arms, but was pushed to the side by a pair of big hands underneath him, forcing him to sit down.
The witch glanced at the wizard with satisfaction and nodded slightly.
Zheng Qing completely ignored the sad eyes of the little fox next to him and gave the witch a big smile. At the same time, he was thinking about how to start a conversation and ask her to be the instructor of forgiveness.
Following the few "ding-ding" sounds just now, the fox maids filed in, each holding a silver dinner plate, and took turns to serve the dishes to the master and guests.
The head maid Su Man leaned over and whispered in Zheng Qing's ear introducing the dishes.
In front of the boy was Mexican cheese with olive oil, bacon and asparagus rolls, and pepper-flavored lamb chops, served with room-temperature sweet red wine; in front of the witch was goat cheese with bitter greens, ginger pumpkin puree, belle peppers, and boiled shrimp, served with
Chilled white wine.
In front of the little fox was a plate of warm milk with a few raw eggs in it.
"What a waste, what a waste."
The young public-funded student felt a little uneasy in his seat and muttered in a low voice: "I just said it, just do whatever you want..."
"Easily the most complicated dish."
Su Shijun stirred the pumpkin puree on the plate in front of him with a spoon, and replied slowly: "The casualness of the guests means that the chef needs to make reasonable combinations based on the guest's identity, gender, preferences, etc. Relatively speaking, a dish of boiled cabbage or a piece of French
A dish with specific requirements like mille-feuille pie is very easy...so sometimes, don't be casual."
Zheng Qing's knife that was cutting lamb chops paused for half a second.
He wasn't sure if the witch meant what she said.
Fortunately, there is Poseidon - when adults chat in an awkward atmosphere, the presence of children is very necessary. They will be like lubricants, making the dry atmosphere smooth again.
"Did Poseidon eat a little less?" The young public servant picked up a piece of mutton chop and stuffed it into his mouth. While chewing, he pointed at the little fox beside him who was sipping milk.
The little fox's originally droopy ears suddenly stood up, and he looked eagerly at the witch on the main seat.
Su Shijun wiped the corner of his mouth, picked up the goblet in his hand, and said gently: "It's quite a lot. Girls should eat in moderation at night... This is good for her to maintain the activity of her magic power."
The little fox's ears drooped again, and he feebly licked the egg liquid on his nipples.
The topic ends here again.
When it comes to raising offspring - especially when the offspring is a fox - Qingqiu Su's experience is obviously more reliable than that of a wizard who has just entered the wizarding world less than two years ago.
The restaurant became quiet again. Apart from the slight collision of knives, forks, spoons and tableware, there was no other sound. Even the little fox's skin was careful not to make a single chirp.
Zheng Qing forked a bacon and asparagus roll, stuffed it into his mouth, and racked his brains to think of how to express his purpose in a tactful way.
"The school hunting competition will officially begin next week."
Gudou
After swallowing the bacon and asparagus roll, he finally found the right opening line: "It feels like this year's hunt will be difficult... I just hope that the Exoneration Hunters won't show up right after entering."
Su Shijun tilted his head and glanced at him: "Wow, for a wizard who once seriously injured the current Augustus with a gunshot and destroyed half of the Black Hell Castle with a spell, you are a little too unsure. "
This answer was different from Zheng Qing's expected answer - he originally expected that the witch might ask who the instructor of the Forgiveness competition was, and then he could make an invitation accordingly.
but now.
The boy silently cut off a small piece of mutton chop and stuffed it into his mouth, then picked up the wine glass and took a sip. The red wine in the glass was slightly sweet, completely different from the taste of Green Hornet or Amber Light.
"That won't happen again." He thought of the little green snake in his ears and gained some confidence.
"I hope so."
The witch raised the wine glass in her hand, clinked it with the boy, and took a sip gracefully: "Confidence is a prerequisite for success. The school's hunting ground has always lacked confident hunters."
"But you are in a little trouble now." Zheng Qing knew that this was not the best time to speak, but he didn't want to wait any longer, so he bravely started the conversation while he was downing two sips of wine.
Su Shijun glanced at him, with a bit of curiosity in his eyes.
"The selection task of the school hunting club requires each hunting team to invite an instructor. The Sin Hunting Team cannot find a suitable candidate for the time being." Now that he had spoken, Zheng Qing simply put down the tableware and described in detail the unlucky experiences of the past few days. Include each teacher's reasons for rejecting them.
The witch listened with interest. It wasn't until the boy's complaints came to an end that she smiled and said, "So now you want to find a professor...or an ordinary lecturer to serve as the instructor for forgiveness?"
Zheng Qing nodded like a chicken pecking at rice and looked at her eagerly, just like Poseidon just now.
"no problem."
Contrary to the boy's expectations, Su Shijun readily agreed: "I have never participated in a school hunting competition as a guide... I think it will be a very interesting experience."
While Zheng Qing breathed a sigh of relief, he finally couldn't help asking about his previous confusion: "But you...aren't you working in a research institute? The guidance of this school hunting competition requires a teacher with a teaching position..."
"Don't you know?" The witch looked at him strangely: "I lead researchers in the research institute, and I get two salaries every month... You don't know why you came to me?"
"It's Brother Huang...it's the yellow cat from Sanyou Bookstore. He asked me to come find you." The boy honestly sold the cat.
"That cat." Su Shijun held the fork and thoughtfully poked at the boiled shrimp in front of him.
Next to him, Poseidon yawned loudly, awakening the witch from her meditation.
She winked at Su Man and signaled the head maid to take away the little fox who was already in a hazy state after eating and drinking. Then she winked at Zheng Qing:
"There is a saying from Atlas that it takes eight hours of blessing from a saint to make a child fall asleep. But in practice, we have better methods...such as adding three raw eggs to warm milk."
"It's not good to eat too many eggs before going to bed,"
After solving the biggest problem, Zheng Qing was in the mood to chat and expressed his positive attitude: "I can get you a lavender bubble bath ball and let it take a bath before going to bed. It will make it sleep like a dead person."
"The dead may not always sleep peacefully."
The witch corrected the boy's misunderstanding: "As far as I know, Gongsun Bing has always had trouble with insomnia... He is unconscious and always has nightmares."
Gongsun Bing and Hun Buyu are both members of the Yuexia Parliament, but one is a zombie and the other is a ghost. Theoretically, both of them are dead.
Before this, Zheng Qing never knew that zombies could suffer from insomnia and ghosts could have nightmares.