After drinking the entire cup of 'Buddha Jumps Over The Wall Soup', there was nothing left. Garland took out the towel that he always brought with him and wiped his sweaty bald head. Then, he burped in satisfaction.
Carefree!
Garland felt that this was the most carefree meal he had eaten in the past two years. The Buddha jumps over the wall was the most delicious soup he had ever eaten in his life.
"Your … your hair really grew out?!" Milo glanced at Garland's head, and his eyes widened. He pointed at his head in surprise.
"Really?" Milo was shocked. He reached out and touched his head. The top of his head was bare, but now it felt like there was some fine hair on it.
Milo looked closer and nodded. "A little fine hair has grown out. There's a lot of it. I think it'll work."
Milo and Garland had known each other for more than ten years. He had seen his head gradually expand from the hairline to the Mediterranean Sea. In the end, because he looked too much like a Kappa, he could only compromise and become bald.
This process was irreversible. He had only seen his hair fall off, but he had never seen it grow back.
But now, his hair had grown back on his bald head, and it was in the bald area in the center.
"Don't touch it. It'll be a loss if you touch it bald." Milo slapped Garland's hand away and picked up the bright silver spoon. "Take a look for yourself."
Garland held the spoon and looked for an angle for a while. Finally, he saw his shiny bald head in the spoon, as well as the faintly visible hair on his bald head.
"This is really fine fine hair. Good, good! My bald head is finally going to be reborn! "Garland wept with joy. Two lines of tears fell uncontrollably. He looked like a 60-year-old baby.
Meg, who was in the kitchen, looked out and smiled. The joy of being a gourmet was so boring.
"I told you I didn't lie to you." Randy said with a smile. He had finished the Mapo Tofu, two bowls of rice, two roujiamos, and not a piece of braised pork left.
Garland was overjoyed. He patted Randy on the shoulder and said, "Little brother Randy, you are really my benefactor. If Card Hill doesn't treat you well in the future, you can come to me. I'll cover you."
"Hmm???" Randy looked at Garland with some confusion.
Card Hill was the chief editor of Carnivore. He was also the scary guy who urged him to update every day and sent him a two-meter-long blade.
However, he had just met these two, and he had never said that he was a gourmet. How did Garland know about Card Hill? And he wanted him to follow him?
Milo kicked Garland under the table and signaled him to pay attention to his words with his eyes.
Garland quickly realized that she had gotten carried away and blurted out some big words. She quickly changed the topic and said with a smile, "Aren't you a carnivorous gourmet? My house was actually right next to the carnivorous magazine. Usually, I would meet Cahill, that big fatty, when I was having breakfast.
That guy is very stingy. He's not a good person, and he likes to rush you. So, I'm afraid that you'll suffer. If you really can't stand it, you can come with me.
"I see. So you know Card Hill." Randy smiled and shook his head. "Thank you for your kindness, Brother. However, being a gourmet isn't my main occupation anymore. It's just something I do out of interest."
"Hmm?"
Milo and Garland looked at Garland with some surprise.
"Aren't you on the rise now? Why don't you write about Carnivore? "Milo couldn't help but ask.
"Writing is so tiring. It's precarious. You are urged to write every day and have blades sent to you from time to time. You racked your brains to write it, but you are still criticized for being too short.
Who are you looking down on? Who is short? You be the judge. Who is short?
Although it is a little short, I have a long time. I have been doing this for so many years, right? "Randy sighed.
Milo also sighed when he heard this. Who could say otherwise? Even though he attacked those merchants with heavy fists, he often looked at those heavy mailboxes and could only call them trash collectors.
Fortunately, he had a good mentality. He relied on selling blades to get through the most difficult days. Sometimes, when he saw blades, he felt a sense of familiarity.
"So, I have changed to collecting rent now. There is a woman who is pestering me. She stuffed a lot of keys into my hands and asked me to collect rent for her. She was unhappy when I refused." Randy lifted the corner of his shirt and revealed a lot of keys. He sighed. "Now I know that the lives of the rich are indeed simple and boring."
Milo: "???"
Garland: "???"
"I am done eating. I am going to collect rent again. I have to go back tonight and pay the public ration. Goodbye, brothers." Randy got up, paid the bill and left, leaving the two of them in a mess in the wind.
"Saying the toughest words and eating the softest rice. This … is indeed a talent." Garland smacked her lips.
"Let's just be sour." Milo looked at Randy's departing figure. He didn't want to work hard anymore.
"Let's go. We have gained a lot today. We didn't come in vain." Garland got up and paid the bill.
"Are we going back just like that?" Milo asked Garland after they walked out of the door.
"Of course not. I still have to eat two more courses of Buddha jumps over the wall." Garland shook her head and smiled. "We are out for three days this time. Wouldn't it be a waste to go back in one day? Of course, we have to know more about this restaurant."
"Is our budget enough?" Milo glanced at her from the corner of his eyes.
"When it comes to budget, there will always be enough." Garland didn't think much of it. "Moreover, as long as we can write a really popular article, the boss will definitely reimburse us when we go back. We can just eat as much as we want."
"Then I am very much in favor of working for a few more days. It would be best if we can understand this restaurant from morning to night." Milo nodded.
"Are we going back to the hotel now?"
"No, we are going around. I want to wait for Amy's to close before talking to the restaurant owner." Garland shook her head.
"Talk about what?"
Garland smiled and said, "Since we can't find fault with the article this time, it would be best if we can get the story behind the food. That way, we can distinguish ourselves from vegetarianism and meat-eating. Otherwise, what difference would we be from those small magazines with no goals? They would just imitate and plagiarize like a swarm of bees. In the end, we can only drink the water used to wash our feet."
Milo thought for a while and nodded. In terms of content control, Garland had a firm grasp.
"I think that hot pot looks good. Why don't we try it tomorrow?" Milo's gaze was quickly attracted by the barbecue area next door. He looked at the demon who was eating while spitting fire. It was funny and interesting. It looked very worth a try.
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