Although Barr and Bauduan were Marisello's friends and were invited by Marisello, they had met and chatted at several gatherings. They could be said to be acquaintances. Since the two had arrived in China today, he had to accompany Marisello to treat them to dinner. This was etiquette.
Thinking of this, Troma picked up his phone and called Marisello.
"I'm not feeling well. Please apologize to Mr. Barr and Mr. Bauduan for me. I won't be able to attend the dinner tonight," Troma said immediately.
"Not feeling well? I'm really sorry. Actually, I haven't had a good rest due to the jet lag. My stomach is very uncomfortable today, and it's gotten worse since lunch. I'm really not in a good condition. It's rude of me to receive Barr and Bauduan like this. " Troma didn't get the words he wanted to hear. Instead, Marisello answered the phone in a weak voice.
Troma paused for a moment before continuing, "Me too. It's probably a headache caused by the jet lag."
"What should we do?" Marisello was a little worried, but he continued, "Why don't we let Remy be the host for tonight's dinner?"
"Of course, he's the one you invited. You can decide for yourself," Troma didn't object.
"After all, Remy, Barr, and Boschean are also friends," Troma added.
"That's right. I'll give Remy a call," Marisello responded and hung up the phone.
Troma looked at his phone and muttered to himself, "With Remy around, it shouldn't be a problem."
On the other side, Marisello also muttered to himself while holding his phone, "The highest realm of cooking is art. Remy is a great painter, so they should have a common language. Moreover, they know each other."
With this thought in mind, Marisello dialed Remy's number without hesitation.
Remy picked up the phone very quickly. He said in a very cheerful tone, "Hi, my old friend. What's up?"
"Yes, something's up," Marisello didn't beat around the bush and said directly.
"Alright, tell me what's up," Remy asked.
"Well, do you remember my friends Barr and Boschean?" Maricello asked.
"Of course, we had a good chat at the last gathering," Remy said without any wariness.
"That's great. You should know that they are coming to Chengdu today," Maricello said.
"Yes, it's a pity that I didn't get to see him immediately." Remy shrugged.
"It's fine. It's their welcome party tonight. You can be in charge of entertaining them," Marisello said.
"Heh, I don't think that's a good idea. Don't we still have you and Troma?" Jeremiah immediately refused.
"Unfortunately, I have abdominal pain caused by jet lag, so I won't be able to attend the banquet tonight," Marisello said in a weak tone.
"That's too bad, but don't we still need Tuoloma? Let him come. We're not familiar with each other after all, "Remy said naturally.
"Unfortunately, Doloma is having a headache and can't get up, so it's difficult for him to attend this banquet." Marisello shrugged.
"Oh, that's really a pity. You guys have to take care of yourself. I really want to talk to the two of you, but I can't join you. It wasn't easy for me to find Wu today, and we have an appointment tonight to discuss the inspiration for my favorite painting. I really can't get away. "Remy's tone was full of regret and conflict.
"Alright, it's indeed impossible to avoid." Marisello was aware of Remy's admiration for Wu Hai, so he nodded his head to show that he understood.
"Although I can't attend, there's another person who's very suitable for dinner. Isn't Bayer there as well?" Remy said.
"Heh, that's a great idea. I'll have to ask Troma about it," Marisello said happily.
"Yes, see you tomorrow." Remy hung up the phone.
As soon as Remy hung up the phone, Maricello called Troma's phone again.
Looking at the caller ID, Troma didn't want to pick up. However, he hesitated and stopped putting on his clothes. He picked up the phone and said, "Marisello, what's up?"
"It's like this. Remy has an appointment with the artist he admires, Mr. Wu, for a creative discussion. He can't attend tonight's banquet," Marisello said directly.
"That's really regrettable." Troma frowned and thought about what to do.
While thinking, Troma didn't give up and slowly put on his clothes. That's right, Troma didn't want to give up the idea of going to Yuanzhou shop to eat steak.
"I think we can let Bayer lead this banquet. After all, he can already take charge of things by himself." Marisello revealed his purpose.
"This idea is very creative. Bayer should really communicate with the master and learn from Baal and Bauduin." Troma immediately nodded.
"Then I'll have to trouble Troma to inform Bayer," Marisello said.
"Alright," Tuoloma answered straightforwardly and hung up the phone.
After handing the matter over to Troma, Marisello heaved a sigh of relief and said softly, "That's perfect."
The relaxed Marisello didn't go to rest. Instead, he put on his clothes and looked like he was going to go out as well.
"Last time, I noticed that there were many foreigners who went to Yaun for dinner. So, it shouldn't be too conspicuous if I go there again." Marisello didn't care about his identity at all. With this thought, he quickly put on his clothes and carefully went out.
On the other side, Doloma only called Bayer after he finished putting on his sleeves.
It was a call from his teacher. Although Bayer's heart skipped a beat and he had a bad premonition, he still found an extremely quiet place to pick up the call.
Upon hearing that he was going to host tonight's banquet, Bayer looked at the Yuanzhou shop across from him. Although he was extremely unwilling, he still replied respectfully, "Alright, teacher. Is teacher alright? Do you need to go to the hospital? "
"There's no need to go to the hospital. Just rest in the hotel. That's all. Take good care of Barr and Bo Shean." After instructing him, Troma hung up the phone.
Bayer looked at the signboard of the Yuanzhou shop again and again. Then, he walked back cautiously. His teacher was sick and Mr. Marisello was also sick. There was really nothing they could do.
"What a coincidence." Bayer heaved a heavy sigh in annoyance.
That's right. When Bayer received Troma's call, he had already arrived at Taoxi Road and arrived at the entrance of the Yuanzhou shop. He was just waiting to line up before dinner time.
But obviously, he couldn't eat now.
On the other side, Remy, who had made an appointment with Wuhai to discuss his creative inspiration, also arrived at Taoxi Road. As the Painting God's Cottage was the closest to the Yuanzhou shop, Remy was the first to arrive.
The second person to arrive was Maliciello, who had a stomachache. Coincidentally, he had just arrived at Taoxi Road when he saw Remy before he saw Yuan Zhou's restaurant. Before he could react, Remy happened to turn his head and saw him as well.
The two old men, whose ages added up to almost 150 years old, suddenly felt a sense of destiny. However, this feeling became even more intense when they saw Gyro Roma walking out from the side.
That's right. Two of them said they were sick while the other one said he had an appointment. The three of them unexpectedly met 20 meters away from the Yuanzhou shop on Taoxi Road before dinner time.
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