My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 349 Helen's Restaurant
The motel is a row of blue bungalows in an L shape.

There is a large parking lot in the middle, and the place where you enter at the intersection is the front desk of the registration office.

After leaving the registration office, Ethan got back into the car and drove the car to the front of the room before turning off the engine and stopping.

Rivera opened the door, and lay down on the bed without taking a shower:
"Occasionally buy coffee."

She lay on the soft mattress and said in a muffled voice, "I don't want to run on the road like this again."

One day or two is excitement, five days and six days are torture.

It is now the ninth day, and she only feels that her waist is sore and her legs are weak. For indescribable reasons, she has exhausted her energy and just wants to lie still.

"Go to sleep first, and find a place to eat later."

Ethan threw his luggage on the ground, took off his coat, and jumped onto the bed.

Rivera swayed a few times with the bouncing mattress, then quickly turned her head: "Just sleep, okay?"

"I'm so tired, you're a beast."

"Of course." Ethan smiled and set the alarm, and pulled the quilt over his body.

Rivera breathed a sigh of relief, punched him, turned over and hugged Ethan, and after a while the breathing of both of them became calm.

The tranquility in the room was broken by the alarm at 05:30 in the afternoon.

Ethan yawned and lifted the quilt.

Soon, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

The alarm also woke up Rivera, but she was still unwilling to move, turned over and continued to lie on the bed.

"You have two options."

After taking a shower, Ethan came out wrapped in a bath towel, his muscular upper body was steaming: "First, go in and take a bath by yourself."

"Second, I'll carry you in to take a bath."

"Miss Rivera, I don't know which one you choose? I hope it is choice two."

"one!"

With a scream, Rivera quickly got up from the bed, took off her clothes and ran into the bathroom.

"Haha."

After getting dressed, Ethan walked out of the room with a smile.

The sun was setting, looking around, it was orange, and there was a click sound, and the gossip shopkeeper was trimming the shrubs in the flower bed with large scissors.

He sat down on the recliner by the door and put a cigarette in his mouth.

"Mr. Morgan."

The shopkeeper put the big scissors on his shoulders and greeted him: "How are you and your friend resting?"

"Not bad." Ethan exhaled the smoke:
"It's quite quiet here, and the environment is very good."

"That's good." The shopkeeper wiped off the sweat from his forehead and said cheerfully:

"My wife and I run this hotel together. Your evaluation is a great compliment to me."

"Life will not treat those who take it seriously." Ethan showed his cigarette case:
"Would you like one?"

The shopkeeper licked his lips, hesitated for a while, and shook his head with difficulty: "No, thank you."

"My wife is at the front desk, you know."

Ethan smiled and put away the cigarette case: "Do you have any recommended restaurants here?"

"We want to go out for dinner later."

"Go along Highway 21 and turn right about 20 miles from here." The owner continued to trim the bushes: "There is a restaurant called Helen."

“The food is very good and the beef is top notch.”

"Thank you." Ethan nodded with a smile.

They stayed in motels during their travels, and they also tried a lot of delicacies under the recommendation of locals.

"You're welcome."

The shopkeeper replied to him, Ka Ka Ka brandishing the big scissors.

After smoking, Ethan went back into the room and turned on the TV.

Half an hour later, Rivera came out of the bathroom, her little face flushed red.

Having been with her for a while, he had already adapted to Rivera's speed of bathing, and tapped his watch with his fingers to tell her to hurry up.

When the two of them walked out of the room, it was already getting dark.

"Where are we going?"

After a few hours of rest, Rivera recovered a little energy. She touched her stomach and said pitifully, "My stomach is hungry."

"The owner recommended a restaurant just now, let's try it and see how it tastes?"

Ethan started the car and turned the steering wheel.

The black Ford quickly drove out of the motel and drove in the direction directed by the owner.

The residents of this small town live a slow-paced life, there are not many vehicles on the road, and they drive slowly.

Affected, Ethan's speed also slowed down.

As a former town policeman, he knew who was easy to search, and it was best to keep up with the speed of the local residents.

Not too fast, not too slow.

Don't think that if you drive slowly, you won't get a ticket.

In the backpack on Rivera's body, there are 10,000+ dollars, and he is not willing to generate income for the local police station.

Not long after, I drove to the restaurant the owner mentioned.

This restaurant is just down the road, similar to a steakhouse.

The name of the store is very simple, it is called Helen.

The names of Laomei's stores have always been simple and rude, and in most cases they are replaced by people's names.

The roadside outside the restaurant was empty, either the taste was extremely bad, or it was not time for meal, but if it was recommended by the owner, the taste should not be that bad.

The two got out of the car, and Rivera walked forward: "How should I put it, although I don't know what's delicious here."

"But I know there's one thing we'd better not try."

Ethan took a few steps forward and saw a few lines of large characters written in chalk on the floor-to-ceiling menu board in front of the restaurant.

“Never order fish!!!”

"Haha, you said that if we order fish, will we receive a salivating set menu?"

Ethan hugged Rivera with a smile and walked up the wooden steps.

"Squeak!"

Opening the door of the store, there was a harsh sound, it seemed that it was quite old.

It's not very bright inside, there are dim lamps everywhere.

All the tables and chairs are made of logs. It looks like a very American steakhouse. In the middle of the restaurant is a round bar and cash register.

Inside the restaurant, there is cozy country music.

After closing the door, the striker hit the tin can, making a ding-ding-dong-dong sound.

"welcome."

Inside the bar, there was a silver-haired old woman standing, she said without raising her head, "Just find a place to sit."

In the restaurant, there were only a few tables of customers, and it seemed that there was no popularity.

They come, the security.

Ethan shook his head, and Liweila walked inside.

The silver-haired old lady raised her head, saw two strangers, and said in surprise, "Ha, that's interesting, are you tourists?"

Ethan found a seat by the window and sat down, and replied:
"That's right, do you have few tourists here?"

"Not many anyway." The silver-haired old lady threw a towel over her shoulder and shouted, "Amble, there are guests here."

Ethan wiped the tabletop with his hand, the hygiene was good, so he sat down with peace of mind.

After a while, footsteps sounded.

"Hello."

Two glasses of ice water and a menu were placed on the dining table, and a waitress wearing an apron and a high ponytail stood beside the table, tapping the notebook with a pen:
"Today's recommendation, there are excellent bream and aged ribeye steak."

(End of this chapter)