My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 350 Make friends
Hearing the waitress' recommendation, the corners of their eyes twitched.

Rivera pointed to the direction outside the door: "What's the matter with that signboard, the recommendation on it seems to be different."

"It's just a joke, don't take it to heart."

The waitress named Amber waved the pen in her hand: "Have you thought about something to eat?"

"What's an aged ribeye steak?"

Ethan looked at the menu in his hand, and looked at the waitress standing beside her. She was in her twenties, with big eyes, and she looked pretty.

A delicate necklace dangles from the V-neck top, caught between the peaks.

Amber looked at Ethan, his eyes lit up, and he said with a smile, "Please, it's just a joke, do you have a sense of humor?"

Damn, are you selling jokes or food here.

Although Ethan wanted to complain, but for the sake of food hygiene, he had no choice but to keep his mouth shut.

After looking at it for a while, he ordered a grilled beef rib set meal.

"Give me the same."

Rivera also closed the menu and said with a smile.

"Okay, no problem." Amber put away the menu, put down the wine list, and continued to ask, "What do you want to drink?"

Ethan glanced at it, and casually clicked on the bottom of the wine column.

"Okay, I'll be fine soon."

Seeing the $60 bottle of wine Ethan ordered, Amber raised her eyebrows and picked up the wine list.

At this moment, the side door of the restaurant directly opposite Ethan was pushed open.

Five people walked in with displeased faces. Seeing this, Amber rolled her eyes, turned and walked towards the back kitchen.

The leader was a middle-aged Caucasian man with slightly bald hair, a beard and sparkling eyes.

He raised his hand and waved at the silver-haired old lady at the bar:

"Helen, a barrel of beer."

A group of people walked to the bar and sat down familiarly, they seemed to be regular customers.

Ethan looked at it for a while, then looked away.

In this group of people, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

It was the same feeling as when I was sitting with Jaber Hood, Carly, and Candy at the Davis Bar.

Thinking of the past, Ethan smiled knowingly.

"What are you laughing at?" Rivera took a sip of the ice water, a drop of water dripped from her fingertips and bounced onto his face.

Ethan shook his head: "It's okay, I just remembered some old friends."

Not long after, Amber came over with two sets of grilled beef ribs, and the aroma could be smelled from a distance.

The barbecue in this steakhouse is similar to that of Texas.

It is mainly smoked and roasted. It takes several hours to smoke slowly. The appearance looks a little dark, like burnt, but the meat is extremely soft and tender.

When you press it with a knife, the juice will seep out of it.

Grab the bone and pull it out easily, without sticking to the skin.

There are also bread, pickles, mashed potatoes and some barbecue sausages on the side. I don’t know the taste, but the portion is definitely worth it.

"Please enjoy."

Amber opened the red wine for them, poured it into the glass and turned to leave.

Ethan didn't bother to sober up, picked up the glass and touched Rivera to moisten his throat.

Pick up the knife and fork, cut out a piece of beef and put it in your mouth.

Bite down, not dry, not firewood, the place that looks charred is quite flavorful.

The motel owner really didn't lie to them, the taste was very good.

While Ethan and Rivera were feasting, conflicts arose at the bar next to them. The few people who came in from the back door just now looked unhappy and argued in low voices.

Ethan raised his wine glass impatiently and took a big sip of wine.

Rivera noticed his expression and shook her head at Ethan: "We're just here for dinner, don't worry about others."

"understood."

He shrugged his shoulders, picked up his knife and fork again, and traveled safely all the way, and there was no need to conflict with others when he was approaching Pennsylvania.

The tree wants to be calm and the wind does not stop.

"Shut your stinky mouth."

At this moment, the movement nearby became louder.

Ethan glanced out of the corner of his eye, and a man with a round cropped head and a mustache continued to yell loudly at the young man next to him with the back of his head:
"When will you be able to contribute to everyone, then you will have the right to accuse me."

After the mustache took a sip of the beer glass, he glanced at Ethan, then put down the glass:

"I'm going to the toilet."

"Snapped."

When the mustache got up and walked behind the man with the back, he slapped him hard on the head.

The sound is clear and crisp, and it is a good head.

The man with the back shrank his head, not daring to say anything.

The others looked helplessly, and Ethan noticed that the mustache was walking towards them.

When he was approaching, he suddenly turned around and walked to the side.

Ethan forked a piece of sausage into his mouth and chewed slowly.

"Boom."

A chair was set upside down beside their table, and the chair hit the wooden table, shaking the dishes on it.

The mustache just sat down on the chair, with his arms resting on the back of the chair.

Rivera was caught off guard and was taken aback.

Mustache was very satisfied with the effect he created, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he asked:
"Hey, I guess you're not from the neighborhood?"

Ethan sighed, and continued to cut the soft and tender beef, the knife was scratched and pulled on the plate, making a slight sound.

Rivera picked up the wine glass, took a sip of the red wine, and continued eating dinner.

"Are you dumb?"

Mustache shrank his neck, and looked at the two of them unscrupulously.

He turned his head again and shouted loudly:
"Guys, I guess these two came from dumb."

The faces of the few people sitting behind became ugly, as if they were very dissatisfied with his behavior.

Ethan sniffed, and besides the smell of sweat, there was also a hint of gunpowder smoke and a faint smell of blood on this man's body.

Based on his experience, this man must have fired a gun today.

And I saw blood, just like that, and came out in a swaggering mood, it seemed that I was not just a punk.

"We're just tourists."

Rivera frowned and said in a low voice: "We just want to have dinner and don't want to cause trouble, okay?"

"I understand."

Mustache smiled and shaved his nose: "No trouble, I just want to make friends with you."

He stared at Rivera's beautiful face, swallowed:
"My name is Flynn, may I know your name, beauty."

"I'm a local here and I'm very familiar with the neighborhood, or I'll take you out for a bit, what do you think?"

Rivera simply shut up, frowned, picked up the wine glass, leaned back on the back of the chair, and stayed away from him.

Flynn noticed her movement, his face livid and his eyes narrowed.

"Sorry, Mr. Flynn."

Ethan coughed and was about to speak.

"Hey."

Flynn slammed his hands on the table and stared at Ethan unhappily:

"Please don't interrupt me, it's very rude, you know? Get out."

(End of this chapter)