After listening to Sherlock's words, the waiter couldn't help but show admiration, admiring Sherlock for knowing so much about eating. But after admiring him, he apologized: "I'm very sorry for the guest. There are indeed more large fire rock crabs at this time, but that's also in comparison. The number of large fire rock crabs is very rare, less than tiger groupers and black ear mussels. , we rarely have this.”
"What about the deep-sea ice shrimp?" Sherlock asked with the last glimmer of hope. "You can make meat porridge with the deep-sea ice shrimp, right? Give me one and I'll be satisfied."
The waiter was silent for a while and said: "This guest, deep-sea ice shrimp, just by listening to the name, you know that this thing can only be found in the deep sea, and it is more precious than the big fire rock crab just now. To be honest, this year, I have only I have seen this deep-sea ice shrimp three times. Our boss was lucky enough to catch it and bring it back when he went to sea. Normally, you can't see it at all."
"So, you really have nothing here?" Sherlock couldn't help but said.
The waiter was a little embarrassed, scratched his head, looked at Sherlock and said: "Guest, why don't you... wait a moment? Our boss went out to fish in person at noon and will be back before dark. As long as your luck is not too bad, you should If there are tiger striped fish, then..."
Just as he said this, a dark and muscular man suddenly came in from the door of the tavern. He looked very interested and shouted to the kitchen: "Come out, move things!"
"Yes." The two boys ran out of the back kitchen, trotted out the door, and quickly brought in several boxes of unknown items.
Sherlock's eyes lit up, he pointed at the strong black man at the door, and asked the waiter: "Is that your boss?"
"Uh, yes."
"Well, go and ask him quickly, what did he catch?"
"Okay." The guy ran over quickly, asked a few questions, and came back with a weird look on his face.
"What?" Sherlock asked, "What did you catch?"
"Tiger grouper, black ear oyster, large fire rock crab, deep sea ice shrimp." The waiter said, his face expressionless, because he didn't know what expression to use in response - what a coincidence!
Sherlock was happy when he heard this and said quickly: "Then stop talking nonsense and do it quickly. I will give you enough money. I can't wait to have a big meal."
"Okay, guest, please wait a moment." After hearing this, the waiter walked towards the kitchen.
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In a moment, the dishes Sherlock ordered were ready, and they were all brought out and started to be eaten.
I have to say that the meals Sherlock ordered were of a very high standard.
Whether it's soft stewed tiger grouper, fragrant black scallop soup, steamed large fire rock crab, or deep-sea ice shrimp porridge, they are all extremely delicious.
The group ate quickly and enjoyed it very much.
During this period, Sherlock settled the matter of unloading the goods properly and added two more dishes.
One is pan-fried foie gras, the other is milk clams.
These two dishes also have their own merits. The pan-fried foie gras is crispy and soft, and the milky snow clam is sweet and delicious, making people want to eat it.
However, no matter how delicious it was, Richard stopped when he felt eighty percent full to prevent the negative effects of overeating - obesity was secondary, and the most important thing was that too much food would aggravate the digestive system. Burden, causing more blood to flow to the digestive system instead of the brain, thus affecting thinking.
He has work to deal with later and won't allow this to happen.
In fact, rather than eating too much food, he prefers to control his diet and let his body produce appropriate hunger, which can help him think, clarify his thoughts, and speed up his work efficiency.
Of course, this method cannot be used frequently. After all, he does not want his physical condition to deteriorate due to long-term malnutrition. As for working long hours without sleep or food because of encountering some difficult situations, that is another matter.
Thinking like this, Richard looked around, suddenly raised his eyebrows, and found something interesting.
In the corner of the tavern, two men, one wearing yellow clothes and the other wearing blue clothes, were walking furtively. Occasionally, he paused behind a diner, hooked his hand, picked up a wallet, and quickly stuffed it into his arms. Because the action was secretive and the tavern was bustling, no one noticed for a while.
These two men were obviously experienced people. In a short time, they stole five or six wallets and gained a lot. After that, they were satisfied and prepared to leave. When they turned around and noticed Richard's gaze, their color suddenly changed. Only then did they know that their behavior was noticed by Richard.
The two people looked a little gloomy, knowing very well that as long as Richard shouted casually, they would never be able to leave the tavern. They looked at each other and exchanged quick glances.
Finally, the man in yellow clothes was more courageous. He took a deep breath, showed a ferocious look, stepped towards Richard, and then threatened in a low voice when he passed by: "Boy, you didn't see anything, understand! "
After saying these words, the man in yellow and the man in blue hurried out of the tavern.
Richard looked at the backs of the two people with a smile.
They saw that the man in yellow had just taken a few steps, and he fell hard to the ground of the tavern with a "bang".
The man in blue was stunned and quickly went up to help him. Unexpectedly, his foot slipped inexplicably and he kicked the man in yellow accurately in the face.
The man in yellow screamed in pain, got up and was about to have a seizure, and then realized that something was wrong. Originally, he thought that Richard tripped him on purpose, but he was more than ten steps away from Richard, and no matter how long Richard's legs were, he couldn't reach this level.
After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't figure it out. The man in yellow had no choice but to admit that he was unlucky. He rubbed his face, glared at Richard fiercely, picked up the man in blue, and walked out of the tavern in embarrassment.
Richard looked away, shook his head in his mind, and said nothing. For him now, being a character who teaches thieves a lesson has no sense of accomplishment at all. If it weren't for the other party's rude remarks, he wouldn't even bother to teach him a lesson.
That's it, just impose a little punishment and hope the other person will be smarter.
Thinking in his mind, Sherlock next to him had already called the waiter to pay the bill.
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After paying the bill, Richard, Sherlock, and each other's maid Lucia walked out of the tavern and walked onto the street, preparing to find a hotel to stay.
By this time, the sky was already dark, the wind was howling, the temperature was extremely low, and there were few pedestrians. However, Richard's perception was not affected in any way. As soon as he went out, he was keenly aware that not far from the tavern, two people followed quietly - the same two people who stole the wallet before.
"It seems that the other party is not as smart as imagined."
Richard thought in his mind, not bothering to guess whether the other party wanted to threaten or retaliate. As soon as the thought came to his mind, he quietly released a spell.
Sherlock, who was walking, suddenly looked at the night behind him, then turned his head and frowned at Richard and asked, "Hey, did you hear the sound of someone falling?"
"Really?" Richard shrugged, "You heard me wrong."
"Uh, maybe."
"Then let's go quickly, aren't you afraid of the cold?"
"Okay." Sherlock tightened his collar and quickened his pace.
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