Edward looked at the list in front of him, feeling as if his IQ was being rubbed against the ground.
'Heartache' is a list
What about the signature dish
Can this be eaten
Give me a bite to eat!
FXXK!
Whew, wheeze.
Edward suppressed the words that were about to come out again in his chest, and stared at the waiter with a smile on his face as he put the glass of water in front of the female pastry chef.
"Ma'am, your 'lover's tears'."
The female pastry chef stared at the smiling messenger in a daze, and took a sip of it silly.
Then, exclaiming—
"so spicy!"
"It has mustard in it!"
During the speech, the female pastry chef couldn't help but shed tears.
The waiter didn't change his smile.
He took a few steps back and stood at the door.
"Have a nice meal, all three."
After finishing speaking, he retreated out and closed the private room door tightly.
Edward, who couldn't bear it anymore, roared.
"Black shop!"
"Bad review!"
"I want to complain!"
The sound echoed in the room.
But the good sound insulation didn't let any scolding sound out.
You can't hear the sound of the water flowing outside here, and likewise, you can't hear the roar here.
After cursing for three full minutes, Edward stopped and began to pant heavily.
The female pastry chef looked at Jason, who was expressionless, and Edward, who was panting heavily. She thought she should liven up the atmosphere.
"Well... nice layout, it can be seen that the boss here is very experienced."
The female pastry chef said softly.
crunch.
The spoon in Jason's hand was bent.
Edward stood up with red eyes, and walked out.
He wants an explanation.
Pulling the door open, there was the waiter standing at the door.
"I'll bring you a meal."
After finishing speaking, he turned sideways to let out the three waiters behind him who were carrying the plates.
This time it was not covered with a silver cover, and Edward could clearly see the three servings of steak, soup and bread.
Edward frowned and stepped out of the way.
There is a gap between the price of three steaks and 66 yuan, but it is better than a glass of water, right
So, this is dinner
Just a joke
Edward thought, and began to comfort himself.
Putting it back on the dining table, Edward looked at Jason with an awkward but impolite smile on his face.
"Surprise, right?"
Jason didn't answer, just frowned and looked at the food in front of him.
The smell of decay and mixed fragrance became more and more intense.
It floated from the food in front of me.
The female pastry chef suddenly remembered something.
"Is there a 20% service charge for the private rooms at Almelda Restaurant?"
The female pastry chef asked the waiter.
"yes."
The waiter smiled and nodded.
The smile is sweet and the manners are perfect.
The smile that Edward tried to maintain disappeared again.
66+66x0, 2=79.2!
For the charge of 4-5 pieces of ordinary steak, it can be said to be extremely expensive.
Edward, who was still feeling a little comforted just now, now feels that the owner of the Almeda Restaurant is a complete profiteer, and such a person should be shot.
Grief turned into appetite.
Just as Edward picked up the fork and was about to reach for the steak, Jason suddenly spoke.
"etc."
Edward looked puzzled at Jason who picked up the plate and sniffed it carefully.
"What's wrong?"
Edward asked.
"I smell X hemp, X shell, and some things that I can't confirm."
"If you don't want to experience any abnormalities in your body, I suggest you not eat it."
Jason finally remembered these familiar smells.
Under the old man's hands, there are a few guys who are very keen on these things.
Thank you Jason.
Every time, they will dodge ahead of time.
But the residual taste still made it hard for him to accept.
"What?"
Edward stood up.
After confirming that Jason was not joking, the face suddenly became serious.
He showed his police officer's card directly to the waiter.
"I want to meet your chef and boss."
Looking at Edward's police officer ID, the waiter couldn't keep smiling anymore.
"The chef is in the chef's lounge."
"The boss left in the morning and hasn't come back yet."
"I'll call you the chef."
After speaking, the waiter walked out.
Edward immediately followed up alertly, and gestured to Jason to call the police.
As for why not hint to the female pastry chef
Probably instinctively felt that Jason was more reliable.
Edward followed the waiter to the chef's lounge, while Jason looked at the female pastry chef.
"Go to the police."
There is a telephone in the Ameda restaurant.
The female pastry chef ran over and dialed the phone directly—
"Hi, hello, I'm..."
"you again?"
The lady operator instantly recognized the voice of the female pastry chef.
"An accident happened again at No. 15 Wandoujiao Road?"
asked the lady operator.
"No, it's not Wandoujiao Road."
"It's Amida Restaurant on Sausage Street."
"Mr. Edward sent me to call the police."
said the female pastry chef.
"Director Edward?"
"good."
"I see."
The voice of the female operator immediately became serious.
After hanging up the phone, the female pastry chef stood there a little disappointed.
She thought there really was food that could bring happiness to people.
turn out to be…
Just using that banned drug.
The pastry chef suddenly felt angry again at the thought of food tainted with illegal drugs.
"Whoever wastes food will be punished..."
"Ah!"
Before the thoughts in my heart could fully emerge, a scream suddenly sounded.
This scream was not blocked by the room, let alone restrained, it directly overwhelmed the melodious music in the restaurant.
The diners put down their tableware one after another, subconsciously looking towards the place where the screams came from.
Same goes for the female pastry chef.
scarlet!
In the main kitchen room on one side of the hall, blood was everywhere.
A man in a chef's uniform fell in a pool of blood.
The lady pastry chef saw it.
Others naturally saw it too.
Moreover, without the "experience" of the female pastry chef in the morning, these people would not be able to cover their mouths to prevent themselves from screaming.
therefore-
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
There were screams one after another.
Some guests even stood up and prepared to leave.
"Don't move!"
"I'm a policeman!"
"Everyone go back to their original positions."
Edward held up his gun and police ID and yelled.
There was silence in the hall, and the panic-stricken guests sat down again.
Jason appeared in the main kitchen when he screamed for the first time. The corpse was crawling face down on the ground with neat clothes and a gash on the back of his head, which was fatal.
The room was a little messy, but there was no clear murder weapon.
The corpse was still warm to the touch, and there were no plaques or rigor.
The windows of the room were closed tightly, and the door was also closed when entering.
Jason searched for information instinctively.
And at this moment, a suspicious voice suddenly came—
"What happened?"