The waiter was entertaining Wang Qing and the housekeeper. After sitting down, he turned around and brought the food. His steps were brisk, almost as if he was humming a song as he walked over.
No one noticed that when the waiter came over with the dinner plate, he happened to pass by another waiter. The other waiter was the one who originally served Wang Qing.
The waiter who was supposed to serve Wang Qing seemed not to have noticed that Wang Qing had changed places, and continued walking towards the set goal with the dinner plate in hand.
He stopped at the empty table.
"Guests, this is the red wine and snowflake sea steak you ordered."
The waiter read out the name of the dish skillfully, took out the plate with sea steak from the tray, and was about to place it on the table, but suddenly stopped.
"Um……?"
He stared at the table in front of him, with a look of confusion on his face, and looked around, as if to determine whether it was this position.
He was like a headless fly, unable to figure out the situation. He stayed where he was, confused, and sweat gradually formed on the tip of his nose.
To be precise, he was sweating all over.
In a short time, a large pool of viscous translucent liquid condensed under his feet.
"Wow..."
It's the sound of water churning.
From the ceiling above his head, a huge hand suddenly hung down.
In the blink of an eye, the waiter was caught in the palm of his hand, pulled upwards, and disappeared into the gloomy darkness above.
In the dark and cramped kitchen room,
The chef withdrew his hand from the pool, holding a lively fish in his palm.
The fish's mouth was still opening and closing, as if muttering something to itself, and the fish's tail swung, splashing out some translucent mucus.
The chef skillfully threw the fish on the cutting board and slapped it with the back of his knife. In an instant, the fish stopped moving.
A sharp knife cut open the belly of the fish and took out the internal organs. The blood flowed down the cutting board and soaked the kitchen floor...
The waiter carrying the tray stopped in front of Wang Qing's table and placed the food on the tray out one after another.
It was the cream jellyfish soup and cream pan-fried squid ordered by Wang Qing and the butler.
Added to this were two glasses of rum.
The waiter looked at Wang Qing with an extremely friendly look, so enthusiastic that it even made people feel uncomfortable.
"Guest, please take your time and taste." The waiter paused, "You have other dishes, right?"
The housekeeper conveniently placed the napkin in front of Wang Qing, and thoughtfully pushed the napkin towards Wang Qing's position.
Then he replied to the waiter casually: "Two red wine and snowflake sea steaks."
The waiter smiled and nodded: "Guest, please wait a moment. I will go to the kitchen to see if it is ready."
After saying that, the waiter walked briskly to the back kitchen.
"The waiters in this restaurant are quite enthusiastic." After Wang Qing sent the waiter away, he couldn't help but say something to the butler.
The butler just smiled lightly and asked, "Do you want to poach people from this restaurant?"
Wang Qing thought for a moment: "Have our recruitment notices been distributed here?"
The housekeeper shook his head and said, "Not yet. If you need it, I will have someone distribute some recruitment notices here."
"Then let's do it." Wang Qing agreed.
If you can recruit all the employees to work on your own farm, if you can't recruit employees, this black shop will naturally close down.
But seriously... isn't this restaurant a little too humid?
Wang Qing felt that there seemed to be a faint moisture around him, wrapping himself around him.
The air is humid and full of water vapor, almost condensing into water droplets.
Well, it can’t be said to be almost——
Wang Qing discovered that a thin layer of water mist had begun to condense on the surface of the glass on the table.
The next moment, a few drops of water suddenly fell from the top of her head, falling on her body and wet her hair.
There is a strong sea smell in the water droplets, like a smell that can only be emitted by ships that have been drifting at sea for a long time.
Wang Qing was stunned for a moment.
Why is it leaking again just after changing the position?
Is the quality of the ceiling in this restaurant so poor?
She turned around and looked around again.
The entire restaurant is actually quite large, but the only other customers besides myself are the two tables next door.
When she went to the toilet just now, she also discovered that the restaurant's lobby looked magnificent and the outside of the restaurant was well decorated. But the toilets are dark and small, and there are only two.
It seems that this store is not only a black store, but also has poor infrastructure. For a restaurant like this that only pays attention to appearance but not customer experience, it’s no wonder there are so few customers.
Wang Qing wanted to call the waiter to change her seat, but before she could speak, she heard a "crash".
It came from the side.
Wang Qing turned around and saw a man with a beer belly sitting on a chair. He was soaked all over and even dripping water.
However, even though the man's whole body was wet, the expression on his face did not show any discomfort, but showed a trace of enjoyment.
Wang Qing: "???" It's weird, I'm not sure, I'll take another look.
There was another "crash" sound.
I saw a large puddle of water falling from the ceiling above, and it all hit the man.
The excess water even splashed around and onto the woman sitting opposite the man.
There was a trace of disgust and panic on the woman's face, but she didn't say a word. She just moved her chair back and put some distance between herself and the man.
Wang Qing thought that the woman would call the waiter, but instead of calling someone, the woman pushed all the dishes in front of her in the direction of the man.
The man seemed not to be affected by the water and continued to feast.
Wang Qing looked at the two people.
Maybe it was because the waiter didn't come over and the two of them were too embarrassed to call the waiter loudly.
While Wang Qing was speculating, he saw a waiter carrying a tray walking towards the women's and men's tables.
The waiter put down the dishes on the tray, "French squid ink toast for two."
The man didn't even look at the waiter.
The woman also didn't offer to have the waiter change tables for them.
Wang Qing looked at the old couple just now. The old couple seemed not to be surprised, and they were still sitting on the ground eating.
Seeing this scene, the prince couldn't help but look thoughtful. Could it be that he had made a mistake?
In fact, this is not a leak at all, but a kind of performance art?
Or is this man and woman actually a pair of performance art masters?
Eating in a leaky restaurant proves how delicious the food is, making you forget about the surroundings and just want to eat.
