Hearing the waitress's recommendation, the corners of the eyes of the two jumped.

Livira pointed in the direction outside the door: "What's the matter with that signboard, the recommendation on it seems to be different." ”

"It's just a joke, don't take it personally."

The waitress named Amber waved the pen in her hand: "Have you decided to eat something?" ”

"What is an aged ribeye steak?"

Ethan looked at the menu in his hand and looked at the waitress standing next to him, in her twenties, with big eyes and a bit of a posture.

A delicate necklace drapes from the V-neck top and sinks between the twin peaks.

Amber looked at Ethan, his eyes lit up, and he said with a smile: "Please, it's just a joke, a little humor, okay?" ”

Damn, you're selling jokes or food.

Although Ethan wanted to complain, he had to keep his mouth shut for the sake of food hygiene.

After looking at it for a while, he ordered a roast beef rib set.

"Bring me the same."

Livira closed the menu and said with a smile.

"Okay, no problem." Amber put away the menu, put down the wine list, and continued, "What do you need to drink?" ”

Ethan glanced at it and casually nodded at the bottom of the wine section.

"Okay, right away."

Amber saw Ethan's order for more than sixty dollars a bottle, raised an eyebrow, and picked up the wine list.

Just then, the side door of the restaurant directly opposite Ethan was pushed open.

The five men walked in with an unhappy face, and Amber rolled his eyes when he saw this, turned and walked to the back kitchen.

At the head was a middle-aged white man with bald hair, a beard, and a glittering eye.

He raised his hand and waved his arm at the silver-haired lady at the bar:

"Helen, have a keg of beer."

The group walked to the bar and sat down, looking like regular customers.

Ethan looked at it for a moment, then withdrew his gaze.

In this group of people, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

It's the same feeling as when I sat down with Hood Jaber, Carly, and Candy Candy at Davis's Bar.

Thinking of the past, Ethan smiled heartily.

"What are you laughing at?" Livira took a sip of ice water, a drop of water on her fingertips and a pop of water onto his face.

Ethan shook his head: "It's okay, just thinking of some old friends." ”

It didn't take long for Amber to come over with two large portions of roast beef rib set, and the aroma could be smelled from afar.

The barbecue at this steakhouse is similar to the Texas grill.

It is mainly smoked, which takes several hours to smoke slowly, and the appearance is a little dark, as if it is burnt, but the meat is unusually tender.

As soon as you press the knife, the juice seeps out of it.

Grab the bone and pull it out, take it out easily, and don't stick to the belt meat.

It was also served with bread, pickled cucumbers, mashed potatoes and some grilled sausages, the taste is not yet known, but the portion is definitely great value.

"Please take your time."

Amber helped them open the wine, poured it into their glasses and turned away.

Ethan didn't bother to sober up, so he picked up the glass and touched it with Liviela to moisten his throat.

Grab a knife and fork and cut out a piece of beef and put it in your mouth.

When you bite into it, it doesn't dry or woody, and it looks like a charred black place, and it's quite flavorful.

The owner of the motel really didn't lie to them, and it tasted very good.

Just as Ethan and Liviera were feasting, there was a conflict at the bar next to them, and several people who had just come in through the back door looked unhappy and argued in low voices.

Ethan impatiently raised his glass and took a long sip of wine.

Liviera noticed his expression and shook her head at Ethan, "We're just here to eat, don't worry about anyone else." ”

"Got it."

He shrugged his shoulders and picked up his knife and fork again, all the way safe and sound, not to get into trouble with someone else as he approached Pennsylvania.

Don’t wait for prosperity to care for the things important to you.

"Shut your foul mouth."

At this moment, the movement next to it became louder.

Ethan glanced at a man with a round head and a mustache and continued to yell at the young man with a back next to him:

"When you can contribute to everyone, you will have the right to accuse me."

The mustache picked up the beer glass and took a sip, then glanced at Ethan, and then put the glass down:

"I'm going to the bathroom."

"Smack."

When the mustache got up and walked behind the back man, he slapped him on the head.

The sound is crisp, and it is a good braincase.

The man with the back shrank his head and didn't dare to say a word.

The others watched helplessly, and Ethan noticed that the mustache was coming towards them.

As he approached, he jerked around and walked to the side.

Ethan picked up a piece of sausage and put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly.

"Bang."

A chair was laid down backwards next to their table, and the chair hit the wooden table, and the utensils on it vibrate.

The mustache sat down on the chair and rested his arms on the back of the chair.

Liviera was caught off guard and taken aback.

The mustache was very satisfied with the effect of his own creation, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he asked:

"Hey, I guess you're not from the neighborhood, right?"

Ethan sighed and continued to slice the tender beef, the knife slicing at the plate with a clatter.

Livira picked up her glass, took a sip of red wine, and continued her dinner.

"Are you dumb?"

The mustache shrunk around his neck, his gaze unscrupulously at the two of them.

He turned back and shouted aloud:

"Guys, I'm guessing these two guys are dumb."

The faces of the people sitting in the back became ugly, and they seemed to be very dissatisfied with his performance.

Ethan sniffed, and in addition to the smell of sweat, there was a hint of gunpowder smoke and a faint smell of blood on this man.

Based on his experience, this man must have fired a gun today.

And he saw blood, and just like that, he was in the mood to swagger out, and it seemed that he was not just a gangster.

"We're just tourists."

Livira furrowed her eyebrows and whispered, "We just want to have dinner and don't want to get into trouble, okay?" ”

"I see."

The mustache smiled and scratched his nose: "No trouble, I just want to make friends with you." ”

He stared at Liviera's beautiful face and swallowed:

"My name is Flynn, can I know your name? Belle. ”

"I'm a local here, I'm very familiar with the neighborhood, or what do you think if I take you out for a while?"

Livira simply shut up, picked up her glass with a frown, and leaned back in her chair a little further away from him.

Flynn noticed her movements, his face pale, his eyes narrowed.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Flynn."

Ethan coughed and was about to speak.

"Hey."

Flynn slammed his hands on the table and stared at Ethan unpleasantly:

"Please don't interrupt me, it's rude, you know? I don't care about you. ”

(End of chapter)