Undersea Restaurant is one of the most famous attractions of Sailing Hotel.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, everyone took a bus back to the hotel and arrived at the hotel lobby. After waiting for about five minutes, they took a submarine and arrived at the undersea restaurant.

A giant aquarium-like seawater tank stands in the center of the restaurant, and all the seats surround this cylindrical seawater tank. GCAA investigators obviously often come to the underwater restaurant and do not seem very curious. They familiarly introduced the more delicious meals to the five UAAG people.

Su Fei said in surprise: "Although we came a few times when we weren't that busy last month, we didn't seem to order what you said."

Maiha laughed: "Sea bass with Italian cucumber, believe me, it's really delicious."

Normally, in foreign countries, dinner is called "dinner". Unlike in China, this is the main meal that Westerners value the most.

There is no buffet meal at the underwater restaurant of Sailboat Hotel, but it is all about ordering. However, Maha didn't know what he had done, so he actually booked the entire underwater restaurant and made the finished meals into a buffet and used them at will.

Lina asked, “How much does it cost to book a submarine restaurant?”

Maiha: "It's not much, actually." He stretched out his hand and compared a number.

Lina was a little surprised for a moment, and then smiled: "Less than I think."

Su Fei, who heard their conversation on the side: "..."

Su Fei poked Fu Cheng's arm: "Listen, are they talking about human words?"

Fucheng is sending a message to Lovens. Zhuo Huan arranged for him to write the air crash investigation report, and he needed some information provided by NTSB.

Fucheng thought for a while: "Minors cannot drink alcohol."

Su Fei: "..."

Even Fucheng, you, a person with thick eyebrows and big eyes, have been rebellious!!!

There are only five UAAG, but there are many GCAA investigators, about thirty or forty.

After everyone arrived on a submarine, the cocktail party began.

This time the party was easier than the one held in Boston and NTSB. There were not so many business social engagements, not just for social interaction. Su Fei happily held the plate and looked for delicious food everywhere; Old Joseph kept sending photos and sent them to Lovens: [You didn't come back, look, this is Provence grilled lamb chops.]

【Lovens:…】

Fucheng did not eat with everyone. He sat in the corner of the restaurant and looked down at his phone. After receiving the email from Lovens, he read it carefully and seemed to remember that he was here to eat. He got up and took the plate, picked up a few barbecue that could not tell whether it was mutton or beef, and returned to the corner.

"When you eat, it always makes people feel that it doesn't seem delicious at all."

Fu Cheng was stunned and looked up at the lady sitting opposite him: "Is there any?"

Lina smiled: "Yes, Fu. You seem to be just eating something simply. When eating sandwiches, you have the expression and movements of eating beef stewed with white sauce, or like this. Fu, don't you think you should be more pious and show respect for it when enjoying the food."

Fucheng poked a piece of beef with a fork and chewed it. He nodded: "It's quite delicious."

Lina smiled without saying a word, and she stood up: "I see you took the stewed shrimp, it is very suitable for white wine. I'll get you a glass?"

Fucheng looked up and smiled, "Thank you."

"No need to thank you." Lina blinked, "But you are not the only one who doesn't know how to appreciate the food."

Fucheng: "Who else?"

Lina pointed at a distance with her chin.

Fu Cheng followed his gaze and saw Zhuo Huan sitting on the table next to the sea water tank, leaning back against the back of the chair. He lowered his eyes and looked at the things on the table expressionlessly, then poked a piece of cake with a small fork and put it in his mouth. After closer inspection, he found that all the things on his table were desserts, only a few staple foods.

Lina learned from Zhuo Huan's tone and said with a stern face: "Delicious food makes people happy? Oh, why not eat sweets directly? Sugar directly promotes the brain to secrete dopamine and wow, it's really happy." Lina smiled: "Which wine do you like in which winery white wine."

Fucheng: "Everything is OK."

While lowering his head to process the email, Fu Cheng held a fork and ate the things on the plate casually.

With a "click", a high-legged glass was placed on the table in front of him. Fucheng didn't raise it: "Thank you."

"Ha, no thanks."

After a slight meal, Fucheng raised his head. After a while, he said, "Don't you go and get some more food, Teacher Zhuo."

In the dim light, Zhuo Huan leaned against the back of the chair and looked at Fucheng slightly. His pupils were light in color, because one-quarter of the mixed blood, and a light green could be seen from a special angle. However, in this corner that was not shining by the light, his long hair fell in front of him, and his eyes seemed to be stained with deep colors.

“Writing a survey report?”

Fu Cheng muttered: "Well, prepare some information in advance."

Zhuo Huan smiled meaningfully: "Do you want help?"

Fucheng: "No."

Zhuo Huan looked at him steadily.

The young black-haired man looked calm and had no change.

Not far away, Su Fei saw them sitting here, shouting Fucheng's name loudly, then carrying the plate and pulling old Joseph over. Su Fei: "Fucheng, sit in it."

Fucheng sat in a seat.

Before Old Joseph could speak, Zhuo Huan got up and moved a seat in.

Su Fei: "What did you all take? Let me see. Hey, you didn't take this lamb chop. It's delicious, Fucheng, you can try it."

Zhuo Huan's lazy voice sounded: "Don't you let me taste it?"

The punk boy exaggeratedly "hehe" and curled his lips: "Okay, you can try it too."

There were no extra tableware on the table. When Su Fei and Old Joseph came, they both brought their knives and forks. Zhuo Huan came with him empty-handed. He stretched out his hands and took a fork directly from Fucheng.

There were seven or eight forks in front of Fucheng, but he only took the one that Fucheng used.

Fucheng watched quietly as he took the fork away from his eyes.

After forking a piece of cut lamb chops, Zhuo Huan tasted them and sneered: "It's normal."

Su Fei: "..."

"Just say it, what's unusual in your eyes? RIP! If you don't taste delicious, just spit it out!"

Zhuo Huan was too lazy to pay attention to him. He ate the dishes from Fucheng's plate calmly.

Slowly, old Joseph and Su Fei talked about a big squid I saw in the sea water tank just now.

After Fucheng replied to Lovens, he put down his cell phone and turned to look at Su Fei: "Is the big squid of seven or eight meters a king?"

Old Joseph looked at him in surprise: "Fu, I can't tell you understand very much."

Fucheng laughed: "I saw it a little a long time ago. By the way, Teacher Zhuo, do you know about marine life?"

Zhuo Huan raised an eyebrow. He didn't expect Fucheng would suddenly talk to him. He smiled casually and was about to speak, but suddenly, the voice stopped. After a few seconds, Zhuo Huan curled the corners of his lips: "I understand, what do you like."

Fucheng looked at him and smiled softly. Under the dark dining table, no one knew about the place covered by the dining cloth. His feet gently hooked Zhuo Huan's legs. On the dining table, he thought for a while, looked at Zhuo Huan and said, "What do Teacher Zhuo think I like?"

Zhuo Huan looked at him calmly, opened his lips, and said four words with a low smile.

Su Fei took out his ears and said, "RIP, why didn't I hear clearly?"

Zhuo Huan: "Tsk, you will know after you say it."

Su Fei: "You didn't even say how do you know if I know?"

Zhuo Huan: "Oh, monk's hat jellyfish, do you know?"

Su Fei: "..."

After finding the picture of the monk's jellyfish on your phone, the punk boy snorted disdainfully: "Isn't it just a jellyfish? Of course I know. RIP, are you a little unemployed? What do you care about marine life? Oh, by the way, I heard that you big capitalists donate money every year to charity, such as protecting the ocean, etc. Have you donated?"

In the soft and gentle music, the punk boy's voice gradually turned into a monotonous and repetitive white noise. Zhuo Huan held his hands in his chest and looked at Su Fei contemptuously. This contemptuous expression successfully aroused Su Fei's anger. Fu Cheng lowered his head and ate beef. His expression seemed to be just eating simply, but under the table, he gently hooked Zhuo Huan's legs.

Old Joseph sat close to Zhuo Huan. Although he had not heard the four words Zhuo Huangang said clearly, he touched his chin and muttered, "What a monk's hat jellyfish? Could it be that I am not good at Chinese, why don't I feel very similar?"

Fu Cheng paused his hand with a knife and fork for a moment.

...

After dinner, everyone took a submarine together and returned to the hotel.

Of course, GCAA investigators did not live in the hotel, only five UAAG people entered the elevator together. After pressing the floor, Su Fei was still telling Old Joseph that the king squid I saw in the underwater restaurant.

"The waiter in the restaurant said there was no king squid in their sea water tank. How could it be possible? Old Joseph, you and I have seen it. It's so big, can you not be a king squid?"

Old Joseph spread his hands: "I think it's the king's squid, too."

"Yes!"

When they arrived at the floor, Old Joseph and Su Fei got off the elevator first.

Next comes Lina.

The beautiful blonde girl stood outside the elevator and smiled and said, "See you tomorrow, Reid, Fu."

Fucheng: "See you tomorrow."

Zhuo Huan leaned against the handrail of the elevator and nodded at Lina: "Yes."

The elevator door slowly closed, and the originally noisy space suddenly became quiet.

Fucheng didn't say anything, Zhuo Huan leaned against the railing and did not speak.

After a long time, with a jingle, the elevator door opened.

Fucheng walked out of the elevator first, and soon, Zhuo Huan put his hands in his pocket, followed him, and walked out.
To be continued...