"By the way, does the treatment process have to be so scary? I'm afraid that if I bring people here, they will be scared away." Jenny, who did not give up, moved a chair closer to Dior, stared at Dior with a pair of big, expressive eyes flashing and asked.
This is also what Dio is most worried about. Not everyone has the mental endurance to accept the various "accidents" that may occur during the treatment process.
However, he had no other options, as Pearl Jam's method of treatment was to destroy and then reconstruct the substance after entering the human body.
So he shook his head decisively and said: "This is the magic of this diet recipe. It speeds up the body's metabolism, and then blah blah..."
Dio made up a lot of specious things before he finally managed to fool people about the "side effects".
"Oh, I see."
"So when you recommend it to others, remember to make sure they are mentally prepared. It's best to only bring one person at a time. This way I can be more fully prepared, and no outsiders will be frightened by the strange scene."
"OK, I get it, what's next?"
"Hmm? What's next?"
Jenny leaned towards him again, almost pressing half of her body on him, and said with a seductive look: "Shouldn't we do some exercise after dinner? Let's skip the boring part of watching the movie and go directly to your house for a visit, or just do it here..."
Holding down Jenny's hand that was gradually sliding down, Dio looked at her seriously and said, "Jenny, we are friends. You are indeed very beautiful, but we are not suitable for each other. I don't want to be a 'toy' that you show off when chatting with others in the future."
Jenny froze for a moment, then asked incredulously, “Is this why you keep rejecting me?”
"Although I don't have a virgin complex and don't care if the other person has had several boyfriends before sleeping with me, your attitude towards this aspect really makes it impossible for me not to care." Dio seemed very frank when saying this.
Jenny stood up and looked at Dior, her expression suddenly became complicated. She admitted that she was very playful when it came to matters between men and women. Not only did she "collect stamps", she also liked to show them off and even compare them. However, she always felt that this was the patent of beautiful girls, and no man would reject her because of this "little thing". Dio was the only exception.
"Well, it looks like today's date is over."
Jenny felt a little regretful. Perhaps her character was indeed a bit bad, but it was not so easy for her to change for a man. She admitted that she was indeed becoming more and more attracted to Dio, but the main reason for this was probably because of that handsome face that made people excited. If she met a man who was more handsome than him, perhaps everything would be different.
"I send you."
"No, I came here by car."
After thinking for a moment, Dio handed her one of his coats.
It is now the end of March in New York, with an average temperature of around ten degrees. Although Jenny was wearing very little, it was not cold, so she simply waved her hand to refuse.
"You better hold it. You can tie it around your waist."
Jenny grabbed his coat as quickly as possible and put it underneath him. She almost forgot about the predicament she had just faced. If she went out like this, she would probably attract the attention of a lot of perverts.
"Thanks."
After whispering a thank you, Jenny ran away. Although she was very open, she also had a sense of shame. It was really embarrassing.
Dio pretended to know nothing and watched her jog to his car, then he stepped on the accelerator and drove away. He must have been in a hurry to go home and change his pants, cough cough.
"Guests behind us, do you want to remind them to prepare an extra pair of pants?" Dio, who was in a good mood, hummed a little tune while cleaning up.
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Just like that, two days later, He's Chao Restaurant, which had been closed for a while, reopened in a very low-key manner, but this time it had been renamed Dio's Fantasy Restaurant.
Maybe it was a bad taste, or maybe there was some hidden meaning behind it, but Dior was very satisfied with the new name of the restaurant.
"Why did you change your name?"
Knowing that Dior was opening today, Will came specially to show his support and brought two flower baskets.
Not only he felt strange, but the neighbors on both sides were also secretly muttering. Those who didn't know thought that the restaurant had been run by a new person. In short, no one believed that Dior could continue to run this restaurant, and they all watched coldly.
"Because the business is different now, the old name is no longer applicable. Let's go in and talk."
To be honest, this was Will's first time coming to Dior's restaurant after it was renovated, and he was a little confused as soon as he came in.
"Why.....only one table? Hurry up and set everything out. It's almost noon. Where do you put everything? I'll help you."
Dio immediately held down the anxious Will, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and explained, "One table is enough. I arranged it this way on purpose. I will only entertain the next table after the previous table has finished dining."
Will stared at Dio blankly, but just staring was not enough, so he actually touched his forehead.
"Go, go, go away!"
"You don't have a fever. Is it true that the incident with Uncle Brando and Aunt He has dealt you too much of a blow? Come on, follow me to the hospital now. I heard that Dr. Simon on XXX Road is very good at treating this type of mental illness!"
Will said as he dragged Dio to see a doctor.
Even people who have never run a business know that opening a restaurant doesn’t just involve putting out one table.
Isn't it funny that we have to wait for the next group of people to finish their meal after the previous group has finished their meal
If you open the store like this, it will go bankrupt within a week.
"Hey, I'm serious, I'm not kidding, and I'm not sick."
Facing Will's pull, Dio didn't even move. He has been practicing Ripple Qigong unremittingly since he traveled through time. In addition, he uses the special ability of [Pearl Jam] to regulate his body every day, so that his physical fitness has far surpassed that of ordinary people. He is not someone who can be pulled away by a little black potato like Will.
"Huh? When did you become so strong?"
"I've been eating a lot and exercising a lot lately. Would you like to know more about getting a gym membership?"
"Forget it. I might as well sleep a few more hours if I have that time. I don't know what's going on recently, but several gangs that have taken root in Hell's Kitchen have been driven out. We have fights every day, and someone even stole a weapon yesterday. Damn it!"
After hearing this, Dio couldn't help but feel moved, and then secretly prayed that he would not be hit by him. At least he had to get a substitute with high fighting power to protect himself so that he could feel at ease.