He called Cheng Baize on his cell phone, but he pressed the button.
When I dialed again, he cut off the call again.
I persisted and kept dialing, but the phone was turned off.
Sitting on the chair in the private room, I scratched my head, wondering what was he doing.
"Miss, it's been half an hour. Is the food served?"
I came back to my senses. I didn’t know whether Zong Bao had fallen in or got injured when he went to the toilet, but he hadn’t come out yet. Looking at the waitress, I stood up and straightened my clothes: "Well..."
"Do you have any requests, guest?"
I said 'hmm'! I cleared my throat and said, "Um, the dishes are not finished yet."
"When you're done, you can go at any time."
“Can’t I withdraw once I’m done?”
The waiter looked at me with a smile: "Guest, are you kidding me?"
I wanted to cry. Who is in the mood to joke? I just wanted to treat Cheng Baize to a meal, but the guy ran away as if he had seen a ghost. Then why should I waste so much? It hurts just thinking about it.
"Forget it, let's serve it."
I sat down on the chair depressedly, feeling depressed. What on earth happened to Cheng Baize?
"Okay, guest, please wait a moment."
After the waiter left, I thought about Cheng Baize's expression. The more I thought about it, the more I felt something was wrong. I took out a coin from my pocket, blew on it, and muttered: "Good luck, bad luck, bad luck."
Then he tossed it, and with a 'ding' sound, the coin actually stood on the glass rotating table...
I stood up and stared at the coin: "Unpredictable?"
With a 'click' sound, the coin fell down——
I stood there with a frown on my face. It seemed that I had a bad day. I felt a little depressed. Maybe it was stimulated by Cheng Baize. What was wrong with him? He couldn't speak clearly if he had something to say. He just left as soon as he said it.
That’s not his character!
As I was sitting there summarizing, the waiter had already opened the door and started serving the dishes. The only thing that made me feel better was that I thought that Cheng Baize was here and I didn’t know what he liked to eat. I left a few dishes for him to order. If I order them all
He turned around and left, and I felt like crying in front of a large table of dishes.
"Guest, the food is ready, do you need anything else?"
I shook my head: "No, thank you."
"Okay, I wish you a pleasant meal."
I grinned and thought to myself that I was so happy.
I turned around and looked at Zong Bao who came in: "Did you fall into the toilet?" As I said that, I looked at his sweaty appearance and continued to speak: "Why are you sweating so much? How far did you walk to the toilet?
."
Zong Bao didn't respond, he just sat down and glanced at me: "Where's the person?"
My face immediately collapsed: "Who knows what happened to him? When he saw me, he ran away as if he saw a ghost."
"Ran?"
Zong Bao frowned slightly and looked at the dishes on the table: "What about the two of us?"
I hummed, "What if I don't want to eat it? I won't refund it. It's all done. Let's eat it."
Zong Bao didn't ask any more questions. He looked like he was hungry. He picked up the food with chopsticks and started eating. After a while, he looked at me and said, "Eat."
I had no appetite, so I sat there without moving: "You eat."
There was another noisy sound outside the private room door. Someone shouted to the waiter, and then yelled: "What's going on in your hotel! Is it so difficult to adjust the camera after I was beaten? Call the police! Of course I will
Call the police! I don’t think you need to open a hotel here! I can be attacked by unknown people even when I go to the toilet! Who knows if they are terrorists!! If I can see clearly, you can adjust the camera for me! Look!
Look at my eyes! Just when I was about to see who it was, I was punched in the eye! Can I fucking open it? I’m telling you, if you can’t find that person, you’ll pay me for his medical expenses!!”
It was the short fat man's voice. I looked at Zong Bao: "Did you hit him?"
Zong Bao didn't respond, but nodded while stuffing food into his mouth.
Oh, I didn't expect this. No wonder he left for so long. I frowned: "This hotel has cameras. What should I do if he calls the police? You just went into the bathroom and beat him up like that?"
Zong Bao swallowed what was in his mouth and glanced at me: "I know there are cameras. I went in wearing hotel work clothes and didn't show my face."
I felt relieved, thinking about the taciturn Zong Bao beating the fat man, but suddenly I wanted to laugh: "Okay, Zong Bao, you..."
With a sound of 'Bang!', the private room door was suddenly kicked open.
I turned around and saw the short fat man rushing in with two swollen eyes as big as walnuts, pointing at Zong Bao: "Damn it, did you hit me!!"
"You are sick!!" I pushed the short fat man directly and looked at the two slits that were open under his eyes. I felt inexplicably happy: "Who has time to hit you while we are eating!"
!”
The short fat man had a bruised nose and swollen face, but his face was still full of dissatisfaction, saying, "Whoever beat me is not the one who beat me!"
"How do I know? Ask the police!"
Who are you with? I looked at him and thought to myself, for a guy like you, even a beating would be easy!
"Guest, please don't be so impulsive. Don't disturb other guests' meals!" The waiters and security guards rushed in to persuade him and pulled him out of our private room. The short fat man's hand was still pointing at Zong Bao: "You bastard! You
Wait! If I find out it’s yours, I can’t kill you!!”
From the beginning to the end, Zong Bao sat there and continued to eat without changing his expression. When the short fat man was pushed out by the waiter and the door of the private room was closed again, he put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth and looked at me: "I'll eat."
full."
I breathed out: "Let's go, I'm full of anger."
"Pack it?"
I looked at the remaining half of the dishes on the table: "Pack it up, we can still have a meal tomorrow morning." Then I picked up the bottle of red wine and said, "Take this back for Xiaoni to drink."
Just as I was talking, my cell phone rang again. I picked it up without even looking and put it to my ear: "Hello."
"Magnolon."
Cheng Baize!!
I immediately cheered up: "What's the matter with you? Why did you run when you saw me! Zong Bao and I can eat so much food! Come back quickly!!"
"..."
"You keep talking, if you keep doing this, I will never talk to you again!!"
"Where are you from Anton?"
I was stunned for a moment, listening to his unusually dull voice on the other end of the phone: "You're from rural Anton, don't you know that?"
"There must be a place name, what kind of village."
"What are you..."
"I'm asking you something, you answer me!!"
The sound of his voice shocked me, and I was shocked.
"Qingjiabao, what's wrong with you? Can we explain it to you?"
"Ha..." He actually laughed on the other end of the phone: "Didn't your grandpa talk about Majiapuzi?"
"That's my grandpa's hometown. He grew up in Majiapuzi when he was a child. What's wrong?"
"...Nothing, come to my place, I want to see you." (To be continued)