Chapter 78 Then I’m relieved
“Bleeding gums, a small problem.”
Milo shook his mask and wiped the blood on his face.
"Then I won't grant you sick leave." Rebecca said lightly.
"...Why don't you approve it."
"I can't approve it. We'll go see Nero later." Rebecca said.
“Meet Nero again.”
The scenery of the cemetery on the outskirts of the city has already appeared in Milo’s mind.
The cemetery is just a cemetery. This time, Milo would not dare to peek into the perspective of the undead.
……
Rebecca was responsible for leading the way, but strangely, this time their meeting place was not at a cemetery on the outskirts of the city, nor at the law enforcement headquarters in the central city, but at a restaurant in a relatively remote area.
If the style of Rose Restaurant, which has a profound history, can be rated at 90 points, the restaurant in front of you is probably about 30 points. Judging by its consumption level, the people it serves are probably working class or above. Below middle class.
But in fact, there are not many restaurants like this in Nanwei City, because entertaining guests is actually a social behavior. When you want to achieve a certain social purpose, the style of the dining place you choose It can't be lower. For high-class people, they will choose higher-end hotels and restaurants or their own manor as a place to entertain guests. For people at the bottom, lighting a fire in the fireplace is a luxury thing. Who is willing to spend money in a restaurant? Money wasted.
So this kind of restaurant with neither good nor bad positioning is actually the most difficult to survive. Those that can maintain normal business belong to the kind of groups that have specific service targets.
For example, a law enforcement officer.
"This restaurant was originally the first building of a monastery. Later, the plan was shelved and abandoned for many years. It was finally rebuilt into what it is now."
Milo met Ni at the window table on the second floor. Lu, Nero is talking.
“The owner here, we all call her Mrs. Apu, is the wife of a deceased old law enforcement officer. She is almost seventy years old this year. I remember the first time I ate here. It was twenty years ago. At that time, there were only two dishes on the menu. Now look, the wall behind is not even big enough to write the names of the dishes.”
……
Milo. He took off his hat and put it on the corner of the table, sat down on the opposite side of Nero, raised his head and looked at the strange decorations on the second floor of the restaurant.
As Nero said, the original building structure here was designed according to the monastery style of the last century. It was remodeled after the main body of the building was completed, but the style and direction of the remodeling fit the The brutal aesthetic of the law enforcement system.
In other words, all the spaces reserved on the original structural frame for the arrangement of exquisite reliefs and interiors were left dry, except for the original carvings on the heavy stone pillars. The decoration in other areas does not continue this style. Complex curves and rigid straight lines coexist, so the overall structure appears to have serious internal contradictions and fragmentation.
If those academic architects see an interior style like this, they will inevitably curse it.
But this is the cold aesthetic inherited from the law enforcement system, which forcibly straightens the original intention of this building's curvaceous beauty.
For example, today’s menu scrawled directly on the black wall.
Another example is a specially set up area on the terrace for cleaning firearms.
Of course, what best highlights its style are the "reward wanted posters" posted on the exquisite relief stone pillars around it.
This is outrageous enough.
Have you ever seen a restaurant where customers dine with a bunch of photos of murderers?
……
All in all, this is a very magical place.
A monastery filled with suit thugs, hot and cold weapons and the aroma of food...
"Mrs. Apu is an overseas immigrant. She can roast some of the not-so-high-quality meat produced in the country. It melts in your mouth. The first meal you come here must be barbecue. Although the taste of barbecue has been much worse than before since Mrs. Apu retired, it is still unmatched by other restaurants in Nanwei City... In addition, the seafood here is also excellent, of course, if you are not allergic to those things." Nero hung the napkin on his collar and told the story here happily.
90% of the people coming in and out of this restaurant are wearing black trench coats.
I heard that not only local law enforcement officers, but also some law enforcement officers from other cities who come to perform official duties will choose this place to stay and dine. This is already a cultural phenomenon in the Nanwei City law enforcement system.
...
Rebecca walked straight to the black wall dining table and ordered what they wanted to eat. Then she picked up a chair and sat down on the opposite side of Milo and Nero.
Her position was facing the window, with her back to everyone in the hall behind her.
From this angle, after Rebecca took off her hat and mask, only Nero and Milo could see her face.
Milo glanced at her, his eyes did not stay on the scar on her cheek, but turned to Nero:
"Finally we won't meet in the cemetery anymore."
"If you really like that place, we can go there too." Nero took a puff of his cigar.
"That's not necessary." Milo now has a certain shadow on things like tombstones.
While the two of them were chatting away, the last ray of sunset outside the window had been replaced by twilight.
But Rebecca, who was facing the window, didn’t even look at the scenery outside. She hung the windbreaker she took off on the back of the chair, unbuttoned the cufflinks of her shirt, rolled up her sleeves, and put her elbows on the table. On the other side, looking at this posture, I don’t know whether she is here to make a living or to fight.
Trivia: In the previous era with many rules, all behaviors of women, especially women with higher status, were clearly regulated, including seating etiquette, sitting posture, meal order, use of tableware, etc. Etc., even down to the detail that when drinking or drinking soup, you cannot suck, but you must use a spoon or cup to gently bring the liquid into your mouth.
In short, in that pedantic era, women needed to maintain dignity and elegance at all times, and eating and drinking was a very easy thing to do to get themselves dirty, so that at some high-end banquets, women could only sit and sit. He smiled apologetically and waited until the banquet was over before dining in the kitchen.
To this day, some families in the aristocratic class still continue this tradition. But, thankfully, it seems that the dregs of history have not left the slightest trace on Rebecca.
The best she could do to prevent herself from losing her temper during the meal was to roll up her sleeves.
Don't care about other people's eyes at all.
......
At this time, three discs with a diameter of at least thirty centimeters were brought to the table by the waiter.
The plate contains smoked barbecue that has been modified, including beef ribs, eye fillet, sausages, potatoes, colored peppers, etc.
The portion is large, and the shape is rough and bold, very exotic style.
After the plates are set, the waiter brings a metal pot of sauce.
Rebecca took the sauce pot and poured a portion of the barbecue in front of Milo and Nero, then poured the rest onto her plate and added calmly:< br>
“You’re welcome.”
She started directly, picked up a rib, easily bit off the soft bacon on the bone and put the bone strips on the table.
“This is the way to eat barbecue advocated by Mrs. Apu.” Nero was thinking about explaining it to Milo.
But Milo obviously didn't think there was anything wrong with Rebecca's way of eating, because he also started to imitate Rebecca's way of rolling up his sleeves.
After all, when eating barbecue, the waiter will not provide tableware unless you ask for it.
Then we have no choice but to take action.
……
Every part of the barbecue on the plate, even the side dishes such as potatoes and bell peppers, are grilled to perfection.
Since starting to eat, Rebecca has stopped making any noise, or to be more precise, she has stopped talking. The sounds of chewing and swallowing are still there, and they haven't stopped.
Milo really couldn't imagine how troublesome it would be when eating barbecue with her long hair.
It’s not that she’s rude in appearance.
Probably it bounces between cute and rude, just like the scar on her face. It seems to add a very ferocious temperament, but in fact there is no obvious evil spirit. Rather than talking about contrast, it should be said that she herself, like the architecture and decoration of this restaurant, focuses on the collision of different feelings.
However, just when Rebecca had finished most of the food on her plate, she found that the other two people at the table didn't seem to be moving much.
Nero sat on the left smoking a cigar, and Milo sat on the right holding a cup and drinking juice. Both of them seemed indifferent to the food on their respective plates.
“What do you mean?” Rebecca asked vaguely, squeezing a bunch of things in her mouth.
Milo glanced at Rebecca and said bluntly:
"I don't like this sauce."
"Me too!" Nero agreed instantly.
Rebecca glanced at the two of them suspiciously and twirled her fingers: "It's just ordinary mushroom sauce. What's the problem?"
"I don't eat fungi."
This time Milo and Nero answered in unison.
Rebecca rolled her eyes and directly pulled everything from their plates onto her own plate. She pointed at the dining table behind her with her greasy fingers:
“What do you two like to eat? Go and order it yourself, no need to be picky about the conditions.”
...
Milo and Nero looked at each other calmly.
In fact, there is nothing wrong with the barbecue, and there is nothing wrong with the sauce. The problem lies with them.
Only the two of them know exactly what it is.
Of course, the current situation is that Milo wants to find out how much Nero knows, and Nero also wants to find out how far Milo's understanding of this matter has gone. depth.
The two people who had lost their appetite due to the mushrooms looked at each other. No matter how delicious Rebecca ate in front of them, they no longer had the slightest desire to eat.
Even though Milo has been on an empty stomach since yesterday.
......
"It's hypocritical enough."
Rebecca, who didn't know why, continued to show off.
Milo asked Nero: "Will she also listen to what we are going to talk about later?"
"Yes." Nero nodded.
"Then I'll be relieved." Milo moved the corners of his mouth.
(End of this chapter)