Not to mention, there is still someone in this toilet. Even if I am not embarrassed, the person just now must be extremely embarrassed.
Wang Qing felt ashamed and quickly looked for the women's restroom.
However, after looking around, I only found this door.
Is this toilet gender-neutral? Did the other party just forget to lock the door?
Wang Qing thought for a while and planned to wait for the people inside to come out after using the toilet before going in himself.
But the next second, there was a heavy sound from behind the door.
I also vaguely heard a somewhat painful sound, and I couldn't tell the difference between male and female.
Wang Qing was startled. His first reaction was, did the seven people inside the toilet accidentally fall to the ground?
Wang Qing couldn't hold back his helpful nature anymore, so he quickly reached out and knocked on the door.
"Are you OK?"
A somewhat heavy breathing came from the door, "Huh, huh, huh". It was so heavy that it didn't even look like a human being. It fell clearly into Wang Qing's ears through the thin door panel.
Wang Qing felt a little anxious when he didn't hear the answer from the door.
Could it be that something really happened to the person who was using the toilet inside?
Wang Qing was about to knock again, but she just raised her hand.
The door creaked and opened a crack.
The crack in the door was so dark that nothing could be seen clearly.
Wang Qing looked up through the darkness until he encountered a pair of eyes.
She suddenly realized that the darkness was not due to the darkness in the room.
It was because the tall figure was blocking the crack in the door, blocking out all the light, and was peeking at him with one eye from the crack in the door.
Wang Qing was stunned for a moment and then came to his senses: "Did you not bring any paper?"
I guess the person at the door wanted to borrow some paper but was too embarrassed to ask, right?
Wang Qing was very helpful and took out his paper and handed it to the figure at the crack of the door.
"How about you use mine first?"
Wang Qing looked back at the hall. There was a pack of tissues on every table.
Wang Qing added: "I'll get two more."
After saying that, Wang Qing turned to leave.
The figure in the crack of the door suddenly stretched out a hand, and grabbed Wang Qing's arm with his thick palm.
Wang Qing was stunned for a moment and looked down at the hand holding his arm.
The hand was too wide. I wonder if it was a problem with the light, but the skin was faintly tinged with blue-grey.
The surface of the rough skin is dotted with various large and small scars. From the fingers to the back of the hands and even the forearms with bulging muscles, they are all covered in scars.
The fingernails are unnaturally long, sharp and hard.
A trace of confusion flashed in Wang Qing's eyes.
What was he grabbing himself for?
The figure inside the door stared at Wang Qing, his facial features submerged in the darkness were ferocious and twisted, and his face full of flesh showed a fierce malice.
He gradually tightened his grip on her arm, veins popped out on his thick arms, trying to drag the woman outside the door into the door.
However, Wang Qing stood where he was, as steady as a rock, motionless.
The figure in the door was stunned, and in his eyes full of scarlet bloodshot eyes, his pupils widened in surprise.
He lowered his head and looked at his rough and broad hands like cattail leaf fans, and then at Wang Qing's thin arms.
On the face hidden in the darkness, the strong malice was replaced by confusion.
Still unwilling to give up, he gritted his teeth and squeezed hard again.
Wang Qing stood motionless.
The figure inside the door: "..."
He felt the pulling force from his arm, and saw that the other party kept grabbing his arm and wouldn't let go.
Wang Qing frowned slightly and couldn't help but ask: "Is there anything else?"
The person at the door said nothing.
Wang Qing suddenly realized, "Do you want me to bring you more paper?"
Finally, the figure in the door slowly let go of his hand and retracted behind the door.
When Wang Qing saw him loosening his grip, he felt convinced: It seemed that he really wanted to bring more paper with him.
Wang Qing turned around and walked to a dining table and took out a few pieces of paper.
After thinking about it, I was afraid that it was not enough, so I simply picked up the tissue box.
Under the tissue box, a piece of paper covered with writing caught her eye.
Wang Qing didn't even look at it.
Taking the tissue box, I walked back to the door.
He handed the tissue box toward the door: "Here you go."
The figure in the door took it silently.
The faint light coming in from the window reflected his hand behind his back - holding a sharp bone chopping knife.
Wang Qing looked at him and thought it would take a long time. He couldn't hold it in any longer, so he asked in confusion: "Is this the only toilet? I'm in a hurry too."
The figure inside the door silently stretched out his hand and pointed at Wang Qing's back.
Wang Qing looked back and saw that there was really a small door there.
Maybe it was because the surrounding light was too dim, and she didn't notice it just now.
The moment Wang Qing turned to look at the door behind him, the figure inside the door suddenly raised his hand behind him.
The blood-stained bone-cutting knife shone with a cold and sharp light!
"Boom!"
Wang Qing was shocked by the sudden sound and turned to look at the door he had just closed.
After the person at the door showed her the way, she closed the door for him.
But, that’s not the case, right? Did you just close the door so loudly?
Wang Qing didn't think much and quickly entered the toilet.
After taking care of the physiological needs, when I came out, the door opposite was still closed.
But when Wang Qing leaned over, he clearly heard some heavy breathing coming from inside the door.
The door also shook.
It seemed like someone inside was pushing the door.
Wang Qing couldn't help but sigh and shook his head.
I sighed in my heart: People nowadays are really constipated.
However, it was just a matter of going to the toilet and helping a person in need.
Wang Qing silently gave herself "merit +1" and walked back to her seat in a good mood.
When the waitress saw her coming back, she looked stunned.
Still somewhat uncertain, he carefully looked Wang Qing up and down until he confirmed that there was no missing part of Wang Qing's body.
The waitress frowned slightly, as if she had encountered something she couldn't figure out.
But she soon adjusted her expression and showed a sweet smile.
"Guest, please taste it. This is a gift from our restaurant." The waitress once again promoted the dish she served to Wang Qing.
As soon as Wang Qing sat down, he heard the waitress's words.
Subconsciously, he lowered his head and looked at the plate of mango pudding in front of him.
The light yellow pudding is served on a white porcelain plate. The color contrast makes it look particularly soft and tender, making it quite appetizing at first glance.
This presentation is much better than the two dark dishes just now.
Wang Qing was about to say thank you when he suddenly remembered something and became thoughtful.
If this was the case in another store, Wang Qing would only feel lucky.
But is this store an ordinary store?
This is a black shop!
The waiter said it was delivered, but who knows if there will be another charge when checking out?
Wang Qing thought about it and suddenly became wary, "No, thank you, we don't need it."
Seeing Wang Qing's refusal, the smile on the waitress's face slowly faded and her expression became cold.
"Guest, this is our intention. Please be sure to taste it." The waitress paused slightly and her sweet voice became sharp, "Unless you are dissatisfied with the craftsmanship of our chef?"
When Wang Qing heard what the waitress said, he became more and more wary.
This is obviously a preparation for forced buying and selling.
If it's just an ordinary gift and you say you don't need it, shouldn't you just take it away?
Why is there something that must be tasted by guests?
Seeing that the waitress was behaving so strangely, Wang Qing used his clever little mind to think about it and realized that if he accepted it, he would most likely be beaten to death.
"This has nothing to do with the chef's skill. If we didn't order this dish, we won't order it." Wang Qing told the waitress bluntly, "Don't use these little tricks on me. The dishes you ordered will be the ones we ordered." Will ask for something extra.”
Wang Qing wanted the waitress to know that she knew their store was a black shop and would not consume any more.
The waitress stared at Wang Qing, obviously not buying what Wang Qing said.
She spoke and repeated again: "This dish is a gift from our restaurant to you two. It was cooked by the chef himself. If you two refuse to taste it, the chef will be angry."
