Yu really heard something in Chen Jing's words and raised her eyebrows.
"There's a lot of noise in this room. If you shout inside, can the people inside hear you?"
She didn't know why Chen Jing wanted to find fault with this sentence.
But that doesn't stop her from finding trouble in different ways.
The old man said: "We are so miserable. If we can't develop this skill, how can we serve the distinguished guests?"
He just said this.
A young waiter ran out from inside: "Five distinguished guests, please come in."
With the sound of the last word thrown away, he landed in front of the five people lightly and accurately.
Not even trembling with anger.
It didn't look like it was running out of it very quickly.
"Good cultivation." Ji Baizhi raised his eyebrows and praised.
The waiter bowed his waist and led the way: "The guests are joking and talking, but they are all using rudimentary footwork and cannot be used on the stage. It is enough for the waiter."
"It's dinner time now. Do you want our guests to dine downstairs first?"
"Although we are located on the edge of a desert, we are also quite good at making food to go with wine."
Chen Jing nodded: "Then let's have some."
"For five people, you can have three hot, three cold and two soups."
The waiter should come down.
He invited them into the hall and led them to an empty table to sit down.
There are many people in the hotel lobby.
Most of them are tall and thick, with obvious scars on their bodies, and their weapons are placed in inconspicuous but convenient positions.
Caravans were rare, and there were one or two groups huddled in the corner, cautious, not daring to speak loudly, for fear of disturbing the group of "good guys".
Ji Baizhi took off his sword carelessly and put it on the table.
He didn't even have time to retract his hand.
Yu Huanzhen reached out and slapped him.
Ji Baizhi looked confused.
Yu Huanzhen pursed her lips and gestured to look at other tables.
Ji Baizhi suddenly realized that, like them, he placed the sword in an inconspicuous position where it was convenient for him to pull it out.
"This store feels weird." Jiang Que'er raised his hand, wiped it on the table, and pressed his thumb and index finger together, "The table is sticky."
Chen Jing looked at her and lowered his voice: "The store has been open for a long time, so it is inevitable that it will be soaked in grease. It's normal for it to be a little sticky."
He seemed to be retorting.
But his eyes were sincere, looking directly at Jiang Queer, full of encouragement.
Sure enough, she continued: "But look, these marks."
She pointed.
There are several obvious signs of repairs on the corners of the table. They were broken and repaired, and there are eight or nine nail holes, which have been repaired at least four or five times.
There are dozens of narrow grooves along the edge and the cuts are smooth.
There are quite a few places where the marks are very new. When Jiang Que'er scratched his fingernails and removed a thin layer of gray putty, the new original color of the wood was revealed.
It doesn't look like it was left behind by bumps and bruises.
"Do quarrels often happen here?" Yu Tonghui frowned, raised his head and looked around cautiously.
He paused and said, "Only on Ding's difficulty level. Is there any tricky guy that's too difficult to deal with?"
"With the five of us..."
Yu Huanzhen shook his head: "I'm afraid that's not what Que'er wants to say."
Ji Baizhi nodded in agreement.
Yu Tonghui was confused and a little dumbfounded.
ah?
Isn't that what you're talking about?
"This is a desert. Although we have never seen it before, the desert is very desolate." Jiang Que'er lowered his voice and glanced at Chen Jing from time to time, for fear that his guess was wrong, "Don't forget that our mission is for The secret treasure is here, these people should also be here for the secret treasure."
"I'm afraid it's difficult to have so many guests in normal times."
"If there are any guests, they should be mostly merchants. People who come out to do business will hardly have any quarrels."
"The traces...some are too many."
Yu Tonghui reacted slowly: "Are you saying there is something wrong with this store?"
Jiang Que'er nodded, this time his eyes fell on Chen Jing, and stopped motionless.
Chen Jing didn't care: "It's in a remote location, and the inn is so big."
"We saw three or four waiters alone."
"There is someone special outside the door to greet you and see you off."
"How can you survive without doing something illegal?"
Jiang Que'er was startled and curled his lips: "Brother Tyrannosaurus, have you seen it a long time ago?"
"It's just a guess." Chen Jing shook his head, "It's what you discovered that makes me more sure."
He actually didn't think much about it at first.
It's just because of the few movies I've seen before, such as "Ashes of Time" and "Dragon Gate Inn". This kind of inn in the desert is always not a good thing.
A stereotype.
Jiang Que'er's mood immediately improved and he started laughing.
"Slowly turn around!" the waiter shouted forcefully, clasping the bottom of the bowl with his palms, and walking smoothly through the gap between the crowd and the table. The speed was not slow, but the soup didn't spill at all.
"Your meat pot."
He dropped the sea bowl.
Chen Jing took a look.
Yu Tonghui sniffed it, the aroma was fragrant, and picked up the chopsticks with his hand.
The waiter smiled and said, "You can take advantage of it. There are also dishes. They will be here later."
He turned around and Chen Jing slapped the table: "Wait a minute."
Almost at the same time as he slapped the table, the waiter stopped and turned around with a smile on his face.
Several waiters nearby also stopped and looked over with cold eyes.
"What dish are you serving?" Chen Jing asked softly.
"Stewed meat." The waiter replied.
"What kind of meat?" Chen Jing looked up at him.
After hearing this, several waiters in the surrounding area retracted their heads and continued to serve other customers.
The waiter said honestly: "Pork."
"Four-legged pig?" Chen Jing narrowed his eyes and his tone became sharp.
The waiter looked over and saw annoyance on his face: "I served you the wrong one! It's not this kind of pig. I'll feed it to the cook..."
Chen Jing points to the table.
The other four knew what they had to do.
Yu Huan really drew his sword and landed on Paotang's neck in an instant.
The expressions of the people around him changed.
What a fast sword!
They didn't see the movement clearly, and didn't even hear the sound of the sheath being unsheathed.
Jiang Que'er flicked his sleeves, broke off the corner of the table with a click, and threw it at the foot of the waiter.
This made people around him look at him.
Such a big girl...
Oh, no, such a thin girl...
Phew, how could this girl, who looks a little thin despite certain aspects, be so strong?
"Oh." The waiter's feet softened and he arched his waist, "Guest, don't be angry. This is the first time the shop has so many customers. It's so busy."
But no matter how he adjusted it, Yu still sat still, with the sword close to his neck, following him like a shadow.
"We're going to stay tonight." Chen Jing turned his head back and said, "We need someone who can talk to meet us."
"This dish has been removed and replaced with clean food."
The waiter nodded, picked up the meat pot, and ran to the kitchen.
Yu Tonghui reluctantly put down his chopsticks: "Is there something wrong with the meat?"
"Yes." Chen Jing nodded.
Ji Baizhi frowned: "I took a look just now. The spirituality is normal, nothing unusual. Is it poisonous?"
But... pigs are indeed the most similar creatures to humans besides chimpanzees.
"How did you know?" Jiang Queer frowned.
If Chen Jing hadn't told her, this would probably be knowledge she would never have learned in her life.
Chen Jing's expression remained unchanged: "I know a little bit about it."
As an online writer, isn’t it normal to know some seemingly strange knowledge?
"Brother, are we still staying here tonight?" Yu Tonghui frowned, "This store is..."
"Where can I live if I don't live here?" Chen Jing asked.
"We don't have a tent. We're staying in the desert at night. You're probably the only one who can survive. The four of us will freeze to death."
"But..." Yu Tonghui was still hesitant.
Chen Jing shook his head: "If we didn't notice, they would probably take action against us."
"But we can see that they don't have the guts."
"Persimmons need to be picked and pinched softly."
"We are not soft persimmons."
Jiang Queer tilted his head: "Then what are we?"
"It's Nest Pig." Chen Jing responded immediately.
Several people frowned and looked embarrassed.
How can I use that thing to describe myself.
