The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

Holding a box of dim sum, Ren Yifei looked at Saman seriously.

The last time we met at the auction house, it was night. In order to make the atmosphere bright enough, he didn't take a close look at the dessert player next door, so this was the first time he looked at him so seriously.

The soft twilight of the sea softened his features, with a gentle filter.

Saman turned to look at him with a smile, when the fine hair brushed his delicate eyebrows, Ren Yifei suddenly understood why the director of the Titanic had to wait until the gentle dusk halo.

"Suddenly found that you are quite... good-looking?" Even though he was used to seeing the critical eyes of handsome men and beauties, he couldn't say an "ordinary" evaluation.

What is rare is that he is tall, with such long legs and flesh on his body.

His height of 1.79 meters is actually the most suitable for an actor, and he can play with most girls. But now there is a pestle next to him, and his head is half short.

It's about 1.9 meters, Ren Yifei couldn't help but feel sore.

Any businessman who is engaged in information technology, with such a straight body and thick hair, is more than enough to be a model.

"Ah?" It was too sudden, and Saman was stunned for a second before he reacted.

"Cough, this... it's okay." Being stared at by these eyes, Saman was a little uncomfortable. He turned to look at the sea and the sunset, and the golden light outlined his handsome profile.

Ren Yifei smiled while holding the dessert, so that Saman's whole face was a little red.

"hooligan."

"Ok."

"Can I call you that?"

"Ok."

The two of them stood at the port for a long time.

Passers-by looked sideways in surprise.

"Didn't you eat?"

Saman finally calmed down from 'he praised me for being good-looking', and he regained his deceitful elite face: "This is just one of the restaurants I know, and there are many restaurants with different flavors. If you are interested, barren The horn is still huge."

The private rooms are uniformly located on the second floor by the window, and there is a table in the area of ​​40 to 50 square meters, with sofas, fruits, and chess and card games.

The side by the window is a row of floor-to-ceiling windows, or you can choose a windowless mode.

Sit there and enjoy the sunset while enjoying the delicious food.

This restaurant is very famous here, and all the chefs are invited, but only the things in the private rooms are made by the manager. Moreover, the private rooms here must be reserved by those who are on the star list.

Therefore, regardless of whether the store manager is a craftsman who does not play games, everyone respects him because of his craftsmanship.

Food color and **** are also very important.

"He's slow in serving food here. Ah Fei will have a snack first? What would you like to drink?" Saman took a sip and helped to open the drawer for snacks. He really didn't consider himself an outsider.

And Ren Yifei didn't seem to resist this kind of quiet intimacy. He reached out and took a creamy yellow pastry.

There was a silver service bell on the table, and Saman called for a pot of tea.

The waiter was very professional. After a while, they brought teapots and cups, boiled water in front of them, scalded the teacups, and then boiled new water. This water comes from a specially made ceramic pot, probably soft water for tea.

Ren Yifei had already eaten two desserts, one was a creamy yellow pastry, and the other was a strawberry powder glutinous skin. It was not particularly sweet, but it was rich in milk and had just the right fruity flavor.

At this time, the waiter had just brewed a pot of good tea, and the sweet tea was very tired. One cup went into the stomach, and Ren Yifei touched another tea-blue chubby snack. While sending it to his mouth, he also asked Saman:

"You have brought so much, how can you eat dinner when you are full of snacks?"

Because of the friendship between the two 'meals' in the game, Ren Yifei relaxed a lot towards Saman, and even joked like a friend while talking.

Saman also felt this, and his attitude was even more relaxed: "If you like it, you won't eat it if you can't eat the dinner. The big deal is that we will meet here next time."

The waiter's hands couldn't help shaking.

She who works here knows the price best. In this private room, there is nothing to eat, and there are 500 white shells when you sit down. This pot of tea in my hand is made of top-quality materials, and the asking price is two hundred white shells.

There are also dishes prepared by the manager himself in the kitchen, and a table is worth thousands of dollars (7,000~30,000).

Good guy, this feast with a starting price of 10,000 yuan, you don't want it if you don't want it, you can't support yourself. Is this what the rich people in Badlands go after?

The waiter couldn't help but want to hate the rich. She has less than 1,000 this month.

While talking, the first dish was served, a small Gu soup with snow-like shredded eggs and tender white fish, sprinkled with chopped green onion and other things. Refreshing and refreshing, it has the beauty of floating white crystal.

Ren Yifei took a sip, it was smooth and smooth, and the entrance turned into soup, with the freshness and sweetness of fish, but not much fishy smell.

"Delicious." He didn't shy away from praise.

A smile rose on Saman's face, happier than eating it himself.

"Be careful of the heat."

Saman didn't eat it by himself, and focused on pouring it for him, helping him stir to dissipate heat. Ren Yifei looked at him and saw how careful and focused he was, as if the food also brought reassuring warmth.

The feeling of being cared for attentively, which I could not enjoy when I was young, appeared here as if it were compensation.

Ren Yifei put down the spoon, held the bowl and drank slowly, like a willful child with no rules, secretly glanced at the side with his eyes, but saw that there was a smile in Saman's eyes, and there was no shrewdness in the copy.

"You don't eat?"

"It's eating." Saman looked at him while eating.

Ren Yifei just doesn't eat human fireworks. When he really eats, the sincere joy and satisfaction on his face will make people feel very reassured and down-to-earth.

Accustomed to the false pretense on the dinner table, Saman was easily captured by this sense of satisfaction: "I like that we will order it next time."

After that, there were crystal shrimp dumplings, abalone in oyster sauce, barbecued pork with taro, scallop vermicelli, fruit wood roast duck, pot-wrapped meat and so on.

Saman didn't know what he liked, so he simply ordered some of the signature dishes from the south, east, and northwest. Also specially ordered a plate of fried snails. He saw that Ah Fei liked to eat at the Spring Banquet.

Ren Yifei refused to accept anyone who came, and he ate one bite after another, eating quickly and cleanly.

He also had a great time eating the plate of snails, first sucking the tail of the snail, and then sucking the head of the snail, the fat and tender snail meat came out, and there was no use for toothpicks at all.

Sometimes when he is happy, he will lick the soup on his fingers, so spicy that his lips are red.

Ren Yifei was very talkative during dinner, and Saman also took the opportunity to enjoy the joy of feeding. He was peeling crabs and turning vegetables. He didn't eat much, just pay attention to what Ren Yifei likes to eat.

Originally, the work of turning vegetables, peeling shrimp and crabs was done by waiters.

And she stayed there, too, but with a wink to the side without disturbing them.

Eating the soft and glutinous sizzling taro paste in the mouth and the barbecued pork on top, the stomach signaled that it was 80% full. At this time, he should stop eating, but I don't know if the atmosphere is too good or the food is really good, Ren Yifei's hand can't stop at all.

He looked at Saman: I thought this meal would be unpleasant, but it didn't.

Ren Yifei has never liked talking about business during meals, and always feels that the food has been smoked and has lost its aroma.

But since he scooped up the first bowl, Saman either didn't speak, concentrated on eating or feeding, or just to see which dish he was interested in, and by the way, learn about the ingredients and flavors of this dish, which is very familiar.

Instead, Ren Yifei felt comfortable, sitting and eating.

After eating slowly for almost an hour, the meal was over, and when I saw the list of more than a dozen dishes, I ate it cleanly.

The restaurant recommended by Saman is really good, and the boss doesn't dare to fool these big bosses.

However, Ren Yifei used to eat out more often, and he also ate such exquisite and small-sized banquet dishes, so he prefers home-cooked dishes, or the heroic riverside dishes on the roadside.

"Where did you buy this box of dim sum?" After eating, Ren Yifei asked where the dim sum came from.

Saman understood that the food was delicious, but not to the point where he still wanted to come again. This restaurant had limited appeal to Ren Yifei, but the dim sum was very satisfying.

"Not far from here."

"Well." Ren Yifei raised his hand and pressed the service bell, "Checkout."

A meal of more than 10,000 white shells means that he is rich at this moment, and Ren Yifei would find it too expensive to exchange it for another time.

"The real royal chef is not at this price."

There are no very precious ingredients, just eating a craft, converted into the price of the corner of the barren, enough for ordinary players to live for a year.

"Does this restaurant have a special origin?" Ren Yifei asked.

Saman was a little surprised by his keenness: "The famous restaurants in the Desolate Corner belong to their family. Wherever there is a good chef, they will be dug here soon."

"voluntary?"

Saman smiled without saying a word: What kind of voluntary is the willingness of the Horn of Desolation?

Ren Yifei sat in the seat, holding a cup of tea in his hand to relieve his tiredness. He thought of the things he had met with the old man before.

At the time, it only felt sudden and accidental. Now that I think about it, I can't tell if there is someone behind it. A thread, and how many crabs follow it.

These people in the Horn of Desolation, one by one, they are the kings of the enclosure.

"Dianjin later stage studio, anyone?" Ren Yifei didn't like this kind of uncontrollable factor.

"That boss has persistence, but you gave her the confidence to persevere." Saman knew which one he was asking as soon as he heard it. Of course he had inquired about such an important matter, and Ren Yifei wanted to know, so he said it.

"The confidence I gave?"

"It was said that it was the royal studio of Black Rabbit, but the boss seemed to acquiesce." After that, he simply refused all temptations.

As long as Ah Fei keeps making videos with her, this studio will have the confidence not to bow his head.

"That's what they earned themselves, so it has nothing to do with me." Ren Yifei said.

It was the strength of the studio that attracted him, not his feelings.

Seeing that Ren Yifei was still drinking tea slowly, Saman asked, "Will you be upset when I inquire about you?"

"You won't ask if you're not happy?"

"No, how do you know what you like and what you don't like if you don't ask? If I come up and invite you to drink and dance, you can delete me directly." Samant pretended to be honest and sympathetic.

With such an elite face, he wants to be honest and weird, and his eyes are hot. Ren Yifei turned his head to look at the sea and washed his eyes.

The sea outside the window is a deep blue, the sun has sunk into the seabed, leaving only a golden edge on the sea-sky junction. But the sky is not dark, there are five-color space fish in the sky, and colorful and exquisite lights in the ground.

The vastness of heaven and earth and the delicacy of human buildings on the shore are skillfully built together.

"I haven't congratulated you yet, you have entered the star list." A thin contract appeared on Ren Yifei's desktop. There is also a helmet numbered 001 and a small gift box on it.

"The game is out, and I want to formally invite you to become my business partner."

The author has something to say: Saman: You can't trust me, but you must believe in my ability to make money.