late night bistro

Are mortals so courageous nowadays?

Mo Ying stepped out of the teleportation array, and glanced at Jiang Qiubai lightly with a pair of captivating eyes, as if he didn't take the current situation seriously.

But Jiang Qiubai immediately felt terrified, and tremblingly, he took the initiative to explain the opportunity of this tavern.

"It turned out to be a mortal." Mo Ying's tone didn't fluctuate, and he sat crookedly on the sofa in the booth, but his demeanor was indescribably spotless.

He looked around the tavern, feeling amusing in his heart, he has not been in the world for thousands of years, never thought that the world has undergone such a big change, at first he thought it was an illusion created for him by a certain fairy family.

Jiang Qiubai smirked stiffly, "Shangshen, can you take away your magical powers? I, I can't move."

Mo Ying snorted, stretched out his right hand and caressed the air leisurely, as if retracting something, in an instant, the coercion in the tavern disappeared.

Jiang Qiubai immediately softened his body. If it wasn't for the armrests around him, he would have to kneel down. He was so frightened, let alone overwhelmed Kang.

As soon as Shangshen withdrew his coercion, he overwhelmed Kang and ran back to the lounge, leaving the shit-shoveling officer alone to face this terrifying black-clothed weirdo.

Jiang Qiubai cursed secretly.

But this is not to blame for overwhelming Kang, this god is indeed too scary, not the so-called imposing manner, but can really feel the substantive coercion, really breathless.

Very suffocating.

"Are mortals so timid today?" Mo Ying looked him up and down for a while, and then said Shi Shiran: "The bone looks good."

No worse than those fairies and fairies.

Jiang Qiubai is really timid, and he doesn't dare to be complacent when he is praised.

He tentatively promoted the wine business: "I'm a tavern here, would God like to have some wine, and some appetizers or snacks?"

Wine, hearing this word, Mo Ying's body froze for a moment, and waved his hand, "No, I don't like drinking."

do not drink?Jiang Qiubai was dumbfounded.

If you don't drink, what are you doing in the tavern?How can he make money without drinking?How can he pay off his debts if he has no money to earn?

Jiang Qiubai's desire to make money immediately surpassed his fear of Mo Ying, "Then it's your first time here, let me give you a fruit platter."

He doesn't believe that God can still have the cheek to not consume a little after eating his fruit plate.

Things in the fairy world are quite valuable, right?

Jiang Qiubai's wishful thinking was clanging, this fairy thing might not be suitable for sale, after all, now he dare not engage in any feudal superstition.

If you sell the things from the Xian family, you may have to be invited to drink tea by the police uncle.

But he can keep it and exchange it with customers in other worlds for equivalent items in the future.

Not to mention changing anything else, it would be good to change jewelry and gold, as the so-called gold and jewelry in troubled times.

Gold has been a common currency since ancient times, and the collection value of high-quality jade jewelry is not bad.

Mo Ying did not comment on the matter of giving the fruit plate, so it was a tacit agreement.

Jiang Qiubai's movements were very nimble. Although it was a fruit plate as a gift, he didn't do it casually. There were many carved shapes, which looked no worse than those high-end ktvs and bars.

This is really thanks to his hardworking hands and rich work experience.

In order to stabilize this thigh, Jiang Qiubai also added two snacks, ahem, a half-barrel of Melissa he had already eaten in the middle of the night, and half a pack of five-spice melon seeds.

Put it on a beautiful plate, who can tell it's leftovers?

Anyway, it's all clean, make the best use of everything, don't waste it.

I don't know what it would be like for this fairy to eat melon seeds and eat chocolate.

Jiang Qiubai presented the fruit plate and snacks respectfully, "God, try it, they are all seasonal fruits and popular snacks here, if you like to eat, I will prepare them for you at any time. You can eat anytime you want.”

It can be said that it is quite flattering, and the words "hugging the thigh" are almost written on the face.

Mo Ying didn't care, and hummed, but looking at the fruit plate in front of him, he didn't know what to do for a while.

But it's only been a few thousand years, and people don't use chopsticks to eat?

"How do I eat this?" He was lonely in the fairy palace for ten thousand years, and no grass grew. He hadn't seen such a juicy fruit for a long time. Even if it was a god, he was moved.

He is a god, not a monk without worldly desires.

But this question made Jiang Qiubai dizzy.

how to eathow to eat?Just eat like this!

Jiang Qiubai suddenly realized that someone with an identity like Shangshen is usually served by some fairy boy, right?

He thought for a while, his mouth was as fast as his movements, he picked up a small fork, poked a piece of watermelon and handed it to Mo Ying's lips, "Then I'll feed you."

Mo Ying: ".."

Jiang Qiubai also suddenly realized that it might be that Shangshen had never used such a unique fork before.

There is a small button on the fork, you have to press and hold the button, the fork head will come out, many modern people will feel surprised when they see this fork for the first time.

Each of them looked at each other intently, and at the same time turned their faces away tacitly, thinking in unison: It's too embarrassing.

"No need."

After a while, Mo Ying took the small fork from Jiang Qiubai's hand very steadily, and silently ate the watermelon into his mouth.

Well, not bad, sweet and delicious.

After eating three pieces in a row, Mo Ying put down his fork reservedly, "This fruit is not bad."

After finishing speaking, he tasted the cherry tomatoes and cantaloupe, which were sweet and sour, and tasted very good.

"It's fine if you like it." Jiang Qiubai took the opportunity to sit down opposite Mo Ying, and touched a handful of melon seeds on the plate, chatting while chatting, "Next time you come, I will prepare some for you other fruit."

He could tell that this god really liked eating fruits.

Could it be that in this world where God lives, fruits are relatively poor?He could only think of one reason.

But I have to say that he is indeed the truth. Now that he has become a god, he has transcended the mundane. It is normal not to eat for a hundred years. After a long time, there will not be so many immortals to serve these food up.

Not to mention that Mo Ying's Asgard is special, not to mention fruits, even the most tenacious weeds can't survive.

Mo Ying ate the fruit, looked at the environment in front of him, and frowned slightly, "The fruit and snacks are both good, but your tavern really doesn't deserve this fruit." The mouth is slightly opened, what's wrong with this tavern?

God doesn't like this decoration?

To be reasonable, when his second grandfather transferred this tavern to him to renovate, the Jiang family still had money at that time, and all the major designers were invited to come up with the design drawings, and the decoration and building materials were selected famous brands.

Not to mention the comparison with those high-end clubs and Internet celebrity bars, but the decoration style of this tavern is definitely eye-catching.

In the end, Jiang Qiubai could only attribute it to the fact that God's appreciation vision is different from that of modern people.

He smiled mischievously, "God, the decoration of this tavern is not cheap. I still owe debts and don't have much money to decorate. When I pay off the debts and have money, I will definitely decorate according to your preferences."

It's true that I don't want to make money all the time, and I also plan to hint to God to spend more or less.

Don't give up a fruit plate for nothing tonight.

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome." Mo Ying didn't care about the twists and turns in his heart, with a wave of his hand, the scene in the tavern changed instantly.

Jiang Qiubai was dumbfounded. In just a few tens of seconds, the tavern full of modern technology petty bourgeoisie turned into a minimalist old-fashioned tavern.

The ancient style tavern is beautiful, the poetic and picturesque screen reflects the flickering candlelight, and there is a vague fragrance of flowers in the air. If you listen carefully, you can also hear the interplay of birdsong and high mountains and flowing water.

It is not out of the ordinary, but graceful and calm without losing the atmosphere, which is an extreme beauty.

It has to be said that Jiang Qiubai was shocked by such a decoration style, it's no wonder that God looked down on his previous decoration.

But, yes, his place is a tavern, and it's a tavern located in the downtown area of ​​a first-tier city in the 21st century.

Is it appropriate to decorate like this?

He doesn't follow the style of any themed tavern.

Moreover, he is still open during the day, and there has been no news of any renovations recently. If nothing else, just the owners and staff of the nearby shops, are they all idiots?

Don't they find it weird?

Jiang Qiubai was speechless, God kindly helped him to decorate it, and if he let him restore it, wouldn't he be too ignorant?

He groaned for a long time, and Mo Ying peeked out a thing or two from his expression, and sneered, "It's just an illusion, it can only last for two hours."

Immediately, Jiang Qiubai breathed a sigh of relief, blinking his doggy eyes and looking at Mo Ying, "Then when you come over, you can decorate it according to your own preferences?"

As long as the illusion can disappear before dawn, and he won't be caught and sliced, it's fine, whatever the God wants to do.

After all, the minimalist and ancient decoration is indeed very good. Even if guests from other worlds come, they should not be able to find any shortcomings, and it can help him hide a lot of information about this world.

Mo Ying ate half of the plate of fruit, and became interested in Mai Lisu and melon seeds. The melon seeds were alright. He saw Jiang Qiubai eating, and felt that it was not suitable for him, so he stretched out his hand to the plate of dark melon seeds. Mai Lisu.

It looks like a pill.

With a slight flick of the two slender and flexible fingers, it fell firmly into Mo Ying's mouth, and the entrance was extremely sweet and greasy.

Mo Ying's eyes lit up for a moment.

Jiang Qiubai successfully captured, this God, not only loves to eat fruit, but also loves to eat sweets, even eating chocolate is so childlike?

From this point of view, there is nothing scary about this God.

Once he let go of the tension in his heart, Jiang Qiubai spread out on the sofa as if he had no bones, oh, the sofa has become squat now.

Stretching his waist, his expression was exactly the same as that of overwhelming Kang. He rested his chin with one hand, and just watched Mo Ying take a mouthful of fruit and a mouthful of chocolate.

Eating very cheerfully, but without losing the beauty and manners.

In the old-fashioned tavern, the black-clothed fairy has a provocative posture. If this picture is posted on the Internet, I don't know how many girls will be fascinated by it.

As a street cartoonist, he also has his own aesthetics, so he couldn't hold back, took out his phone and took a photo.

There was a click, and the shutter sound was matched with the flash.

The author says:

After a good attack, Naihe opened his mouth.