"Sorry, sir, no meal service is available today."

Of course, those black fat men were not the ones who could ring the window glass politely like this. Robert raised his head and saw an old man wearing a gray cashmere sweater standing in front of him - his lips were a little thin, tightly pursed, revealing rigor.

"I'm not here to eat."

"I'm interested in you."

"oh?"

With his eyebrows raised, Robert wiped the plates one by one with a clean napkin and put them into the cupboard, waiting for the old man to say more.

"What you should have just made was a caviar meal, using white sturgeon Maroso caviar produced in Caspian Sea. According to the number of meals and the distribution of dishes, it should be a French meal, and a traditional French meal."

"The first dish is pure caviar with champagne, and the second dish is clam chowder. You used salmon bones. In fact, clam chowder should be cooked with cream and butter one-to-one..."

"Please continue."

Robert's heart was shocked by the old man's judgment. He quickly stopped the busyness in his hand, moved the round stool from the dining car and placed it next to the old man, poured a glass of clear water for the old man, and took out the shorthand and pencil from the dining car and stood respectfully in front of the old man.

Robert didn't see the old man when he was making the dishes just now, but the old man was as aware of it as he had seen it with his own eyes, and could even point out the shortcomings in Robert's dishes - there is only one possibility. The old man is a fellow senior, and he only needs to see the dishes from a distance and smell a little smell to judge the ingredients and methods.

The old man was not polite either. He sat on the round stool that Robert had wiped clean, took the water cup handed over by Robert - the journey from Newport Bay Sailing Hotel to the parking lot was not close, and the old man was a little tired.

"Your third dish of Longli Fish Fillet with Black Caviar also has a little problem..."

After drinking the water, the old man continued to comment and judged all the dishes Robert made today. Hearing Robert nodded repeatedly, the pencil rubbed against the shorthand notebook with a fine sound.

This made the old man's mouth slightly raised, and he nodded in a slight way - there were not many young people who were so studious, and he didn't expect to meet one on the way to vacation.

Thinking of this, the old man drank the water from the water cup, took out a business card from his arms, and handed it to Robert.

"Um?"

Robert, who was still thinking, raised his head in a daze and stared at the business card handed over by the old man and the old man.

"Although your cooking skills are still very immature, your innovation ability is pretty good. The sixth salad uses ice grass and caviar Dragon Country pancakes are all good ideas."

"If you like, you can come to the address on your business card to find me."

"I'm old and I need an apprentice."

Putting the business card into the shorthand notebook in Robert's hand, the old man stood up and walked away slowly along the beach trail.

Robert watched the old man leave, and then took the business card in front of him - his eyes immediately widened and his heart jumped wildly.

In front of Robert, there were only two simple lines of words on the white business card: Bernardin Restaurant, Gilbert Lee Coots.

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"Orange, keep up!"

Although it was called "Two-Two" activity, Ron was still arrested and called by Catherine to walk slowly along the coastal trail.

The slightly drunken sunshine blew across the beard with a slightly sea breeze, and the small pebbles under her feet massaged the soles of her feet. From time to time, there were white sea birds rising and falling in the distance, and there were crisp laughter from girls beside her. Ron felt quite good at this moment.

It is not only Katherine and Molly who walk on the coastal trails, but many families also like to go out on such a sunny weekend - the beaches of Newport Bay are full of tents of different colors, and many young couples accompany their babies on the beach, and of course there are also many boys and girls.

For example, now, a 15 or 16-year-old boy with a moshy hairstyle is standing in front of Catherine and Molly. He dresses a little non-mainstream and looks like a gangster.

"Hey, girls, do you want to play a game with me?"

The boy was holding a deck of playing cards in his hand, his flexible fingers flew around. The playing cards were like living things in his hands, and his eyes were always swept over the skirts of Catherine and Molly, intentionally or unintentionally.

“…”

I despise you! A boy who wants to pick up girls!

He pulled his ears and Ron, who was at Catherine's feet, squinted his eyes in contempt. Since Molly joined the Diesel family, Catherine would buy two sets of all clothes. Today, she and Molly wore a shirt, cashmere sweater and a small bow tie. An absolute area was formed between the short pleated skirt and the long bubble socks on her lower body. Especially, Catherine and Molly have very different temperaments, which are absolutely eye-catching.

“How to play?”

"You can choose any card, and after the shuffle, I'll draw it."

"If you win, I will win. I will agree to a small request."

"I lose if I don't win the draw. I have a small request from my party."

Catherine asked, and immediately the Moshikan boy seemed to have been injected with chicken blood and became excited - Ron looked at the Moshikan boy with a sharp increase in his male hormones and became more and more contemptuous.

But then again, street magic like this is still very technical, at least it is more challenging than large-scale magic performed on stage. After all, the distance is closer, and it is easy to see through if you are not careful.

"Okay, I'll choose this Queen of Hearts."

It was just a play when I came out. Catherine hugged Molly with a smile, picked a card from the boy Moshi, looked at the boy Moshi, then took the whole deck of playing cards and quickly washed it. Although she had not received special training, Catherine's slender white and tender palms flew up and down, and still had a neat beauty.

"It's your turn."

"It's him!"

After washing it several times, Catherine handed the shuffled card back to the Moshigan boy. Then the Moshigan boy took out a piece of it without even looking at it, and it was the red Q that Katherine had chosen at the beginning.

However, Ron, who was squatting on the ground, could see clearly that the Moshigan boy just drew one from the card and replaced the card with the red Q that had been prepared in advance, which means that there were two red Q in this deck of playing cards.

"It seems that I won."

“My little request is to invite two to barbecue with us.”

Following the Moshigan boy's gaze, on the beach not far away, there were several tents, and five or six non-mainstream boys were busy surrounding a barbecue.

"No, we have two people, Molly is going to come once."

After lunch, Katherine obviously didn't want to participate in the party of non-mainstream teenagers. She turned her eyes and pushed Molly in front of her - Moshi's teenager was full of confidence in her technique and smiled and handed out the playing cards.

It’s a pity that he didn’t notice Ron squatting on the ground. Since Katherine didn’t want to participate, Ron who had seen through it naturally wouldn’t let Moshigan boy change the card successfully.
Chapter completed!