Chapter 155: The Way I Like It

I looked up and saw that the name of the restaurant was "Fifth Movement", and it was very retro, with all the tables and stools made of wood, which I liked. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The reason I stopped, of course, was not because it was decorated in a way that suited my mind, but because the smell coming out of it was weird.

It's very fragrant, but there is an indescribable feeling, which is very strange, and this restaurant is overcrowded, and the business is very good, so good that it is abnormal.

Because, in the past, although it was said that some restaurants with outstanding dishes would have a lot of customers, but today, as long as there is almost no one in the restaurant next to this restaurant, all of them are in the "fifth movement", which is a bit abnormal.

I was still thinking about what to do with this when I was pulled in by a girl dressed as a waitress.

"Come, this beauty, the food in our restaurant is delicious, you come in and taste it, I guarantee that you will not want to return!"

Hey, that's pretty neat.

Since you called me, I'll go in and try it. After all, it tastes really weird!

"Hmm. ”

Seeing me nodding, the girl seemed to be very happy. Probably, they also calculate their wages according to the number of customers they pull!

"This way, please. ”

After entering, I realized that there were still many locations, and they were not as crowded as they seemed from the outside.

Perhaps, is it that I am thinking too much?

However, I later found out that no matter how many guests came, it was as if the place was always unsatisfied.

"Miss, this is the menu, what do you order?"

The girl handed me a copy of the menu and respectfully asked me what I wanted to eat.

"Well, I'll see. ”

I don't want to eat anything here, and I don't know if you're made with human flesh! But now that I'm already sitting here, I can't just sit still, I don't want anything.

Probably aware that I was suspected of delaying time, the girl looked at me very nervously, "Miss, why don't I recommend you a few of our restaurant's signature dishes?"

"Oh, what's your signature dish?"

Hearing this girl say this, I also thought about what she was thinking in her heart, so I put down the menu in my hand, looked at the girl, and waited for her to recommend dishes to me.

"Miss, the dishes in our restaurant are all delicious, including the fifth jade ball, the fifth Buddha jumping over the wall, and the fifth lava cake are all very good, and they are very popular among girls of your age!"

Everything is "fifth", so funny, could it be that the owner of this "fifth movement" is fifth in the house?

I thought about it, and I couldn't help but laugh.

Seeing me laughing, the girl was a little overwhelmed and looked at me with a look of confusion.

"Miss, you're ......"

"Well, let's have a copy of all of them. ”

I said, returning the menu to her.

"Okay, Miss, please wait, the dishes will be here soon. ”

When the girl saw that I had ordered, she nodded happily, took the menu in my hand, and pushed it down.

Taking advantage of this time, I watched all the guests in the "Fifth Movement", including the elderly, the children, the men on the left, and the women on the right. Well, in short, there are all kinds of people.

Looking at the way they eat, they all enjoy it. My eyes swept over the dishes on their tables, and they all looked good, and they did look delicious.

But what the hell is this lingering strange smell! Do they have a problem with their noses? They can't even feel such a strange smell?

Just when I was still worried about whether those guests would have diarrhea after eating, the dishes I had just ordered were also served.

Well, the appearance is indeed very good, and I can't compliment this taste.

"Miss, your dishes are complete, you use them slowly. ”

It was still the same girl just now, and after saying this, she stood sideways and did not speak again, but she did not leave.

I pursed the corners of my lips, I was still staring at people eating.

How can this princess eat!

"Well, I don't need you here, you can go about your own business......"

Before I could speak, the girl looked at me as if she had been extremely wronged, and her voice was also aggrieved, "Miss, yes, did I do something wrong?"

"Forehead ......"

I looked at the girl's tears that were about to fall, quickly swept over the people around me, and found that no one was looking at me, so I was a little relieved, looked at the girl, and began to speak bitterly.

"Well, I didn't say what you did badly, I just wasn't used to people watching me while I was eating. ”

"Don't worry, Miss, I don't look at it. ”

As she spoke, she turned around and really didn't look at me. But...... Is this the attitude of your "Fifth Movement" to serve the guests, I am very dissatisfied with it!

“……”

In the end, I didn't say a word, mainly because my eyes were completely fixed on the dishes on the table in front of me.

It's not that it's delicious or beautiful, but that it's constantly rising with a white mist.

I suddenly raised my head and looked at other people's dishes, and suddenly found that it was not only mine, but also other people's dishes, and there was a lot of white mist constantly rising.

What the hell, how could I not have noticed this?!

Probably not hearing the sound of me moving the chopsticks, the girl turned around again, saw the dishes on my table that were still moving, and said to me in surprise, "Miss, why haven't you moved the dishes?"

If you don't like it, try something else. ”

"No, I'm in a bit of a hurry, can you pack these food for me? ”

It was also because I could see something unusual about the dishes that I was sure that if the dishes had not been used, it would never have been possible to make customers leave the restaurant.

However, there is another thing that puzzles me about the fact that if my guess is true, then why is there no other customer except for me, who is always with a waiter.

Could it be that I wasn't the only one who didn't use chopsticks as soon as I saw the dishes being served on the table, like the other guests?

The thought of this makes my heart skip a beat. This "fifth movement" is not simple at all,