Plate after plate was empty, and diners left one after another.
The manager, who was waiting for the diners to bring back the ingredients from the kitchen, suddenly realized that something was wrong. These guys are a rhythm that is gone forever.
Obviously they all agreed with their eyes, they must cooperate, they must cooperate, but those guys put pigeons and cooed.
Ran
The manager assassin was sweating coldly on his back, and his entire shirt was stuck to his back. He could be sure that those guys must have run away. He used such high-level eyes to communicate with them.
Originally thought they were the king of eyes like myself, but they turned out to be bronze eyes.
I don't know how to watch words and expressions at all, which is completely unable to keep up with the rhythm of my own king.
If this continues, the king is afraid that he will become a dead man.
Watching the dishes on the table gradually become empty, the manager followed the saliva, while observing the expression of the orc leader, while carefully scooping out the dishes for him.
"This is the freshly boiled fish. You taste it, it melts in your mouth, and the aftertaste is endless. Jiangzhou people's favorite."
The orc leader glanced at the squid that the manager used that strange soup spoon with holes for him, grabbed it, opened his mouth, and bit into it.
The meat is tender and delicious, and the competition is excellent. It can be said to be the best fish he has ever eaten in his life.
The orcs behind them also swallowed frantically, looking at the leader of the orcs eagerly, as if to say, "Leader, let the little ones try it out."
The orc leader grinned, picked up the other fish in the bowl, and threw it over.
What is this called, this is called a big belly, leadership style.
The few orcs suddenly turned around and scrambled for the fish that was dipped in sesame oil and wrapped in garlic.
What is this called, it is called to increase the competitiveness of the team, improve the wolf culture... improve the orc culture.
After a while, the food on the table had been eaten by the orc leaders, and there was nothing left.
Duck intestines, hairy belly, bloody,
lotus root, potato, sliced meat,
A wave of belly, heaven among beasts.
The orc leader was still unfinished, his greasy claws stained with hot pot oil and sesame oil grabbed the manager, opened his mouth and asked in a deep voice, "Anything else?"
There is a strong garlic flavor in a mouthful, and I don't know how many garlic grains the diners who just used this oil dish put in.
The manager has been in the battlefield for a long time, how can a disgusting expression appear on his face, he nodded flatteringly and said, "I have it, I have everything you want."
Although the language is not fluent, the manager is someone who knows advanced eye contact skills after all. The battle between the two is a king-level battle. It seems that the other party can predict which step will be taken.
The diners had already fled, and the waiter girl collapsed at the door in fright, and a pool of water flowed.
If you want to add vegetables at this time, you have to rely on yourself.
The manager squeezed out a good-looking smile, stretched out his hand tremblingly, pointed to the road leading to the kitchen from the back door, and said weakly, "Then... Leader, I'm going to the kitchen to get you some vegetables."
The orc leader tilted his head and greeted an orc: "You follow this guy."
"Yes."
Waiting for the food to be served is always long, especially when there is only one person in the kitchen now, and that person is not the kitchen staff but the front office manager, plus the presence of the orc debuff, the serving It can only be slower.
The orc leader naturally didn't know that the manager's face was ashes at this time, where would he be able to grab vegetables, anyway, there are a lot of ingredients in the kitchen, and now the kitchen people have run away for me, so let's just grab it.
I looked at the orc who was watching him again, Mom, that guy is crazy and trying to test on the edge of danger.
He even stood beside the oil pan and tried to reach out and fish out the crispy meat that was fried in the pan.
Seeing the orc carefully testing the temperature of the hot oil, the manager couldn't help shaking his head, forget it, I'm too lazy to care about you, there are so many orcs waiting outside.
However, outside, the orc leader looked at the churning hot pot oil and smelled the sound of the overflowing hot pot, and Harazi couldn't help but flow down.
That order is far from enough, I want it, please hurry up with the kitchen!
As an orc gourmet, the orc leader knows that the key to making the ingredients so delicious just now is the fragrant soup in the hot pot.
"Sura Wushen"
I picked up the colander and scooped it into the pot lightly. Except for the large particles of chili pepper and food residue, there was nothing else.
The orc leader poured the contents of the colander directly into the end, and the smell of chili pepper and hot pot oil stimulated every taste bud in the mouth.
Looking at the perforated spoon that was licked clean by himself, the orc leader was greatly surprised. Don't the humans in this other world know that if the spoon is free, it cannot be filled with delicious soup
As he said that, he threw away the colander, and stood up with a "huh", his eyes staring at the tumbling red oil soup pot, glowing, this red soup is extremely beautiful.
My wasteland orcs will never be slaves!
Except food.
In this tumbling pot of soup, there is magic that makes people ascend to the sky and can't stop.
The orc leader picked up the tumbling hot pot, opened his mouth, and drank it "dumplessly".
Chili, Chinese prickly ash, plan, bay leaf, star anise,
Broken brains, old duck intestines, fish residue, tofu skin horns,
When the ingredients and food scraps were packaged in the hot pot oil and mixed together, the delicious magic that burst out instantly made the orc leader hard to resist.
The hot and spicy hot pot soup ravaged the tongue of the orcs, challenging the limits of the orcs' tolerance for temperature.
But this red soup is really delicious, that feeling, the orc leader just wanted to say: "please have another bowl!"
But when the manager returned to the front hall with Yilan's blindly grabbed dishes, he was stunned in place.
My God, is this orc crazy
You even drank the hot pot soup. Aren't you afraid of burning your intestines
It has to be said that the strength of the orc's body is the same from the inside to the outside.
The orc leader drank almost half of the pot of hot pot oil, and then handed the pot to the orcs behind him: "You can also taste... hiccup!"
Yiben burped his wine contentedly, looked at the manager drunkenly, and beckoned: "Trouble...please have another pot of soup, the alien's... delicious!"
Yo, you're quite polite.
Although I don't understand, the manager He Xuren is the king of eye contact.
The manager greeted him with an apologetic face holding the basket containing lettuce: "Well, there is no more, the kitchen staff is gone, and I won't mess with the bottom of the pot.
Well, let's eat some other dishes.
Thanks for your hard work, you have come all the way to Jiangzhou. "
The orc leader drunkenly glanced at the manager, and the orc who followed behind the manager, his hands blown red by the frying pan, and finally his eyes fell on the basket of lettuce in the basket.
A delicious dish after the soup
My wasteland orcs will never be slaves!
Except food.
Orcs are not picky about anything, raw or cooked, as long as they are not poisonous, they will eat them.
And the lettuce and raw meat in this basket, from the perspective of quality, is definitely something that only those nobles in the human kingdom can enjoy.
The orc leader grabbed a piece of tender beef cut by a machine, put it in his mouth, and chewed it.
It melted in the mouth, and the freshness of raw beef made the orc leader who was drunk and smoked after drinking hot pot oil suddenly come to his senses.
Immediately write a poem to cheer up:
"The red soup is delicious.
Don't you feel happy when you drink it? "
What is this called
A cultural man, a sword-wielding poet, and a wasteland orc, how romantic.
"Help!"
However, at this time, the waiter's little sister's cry for help came from the door.
The manager and the orc who had just composed a poem looked over, and saw the waiter girl calling for help to a group of people.
There were weird people wearing colorful and strange costumes and holding strange iron rods in that group.
There are also elves riding big cats, holding bows and arrows, staff, common, and flying blades.
There are also priests, temple knights, witches, priests and magicians.
The most important thing is that the orc leader in that team saw a familiar figure: "Ann! Rui!"
An Rui picked up the paralyzed waitress and handed it to the cpa warrior beside him. He turned his head and looked at the beastman in the hot pot restaurant. He exclaimed, "Damn it, Mad Saint Nell!"