Chapter 82： Mr. L

"Ah here." Ling Huan glanced at the clean and empty small glass bottle, swallowed, "Pour it all out, or I will shave it off for him?"

[Can't touch, can't touch, this item can't be moved after spreading, so be it. 009 hurriedly stopped Ling Huan's movements, and mumbled softly, [It should be that the effect is stronger, and the problem is not big. Just before, there was too little interaction between Lu Jinbei and Luo Sheng...]

In mourning for Luo Sheng for a second, Ling Huan thoughtfully placed a green leaf on the side of the strawberry cake sprinkled with crumbs as a decoration.

The head chef, who walked back and forth in the sultry room, came over and patted him on the shoulder, stretched out his hand to take off his hat, and said quickly, "There are not enough staff to deliver the food to the table. It just so happens that the last dessert is not served at the main table. You haven't started making mango cakes yet?"

Ling Huan shook his head, and the strength on his shoulders immediately sent him forward.

"Okay, then you can send the final main table. I will ask someone to make the mango cake."

Ling Huan was sent all the way by the chef. The enthusiastic chef even worried that he didn't know Lu Te and told him to turn left and then right after going out.

On the way to the banquet hall after three minutes of death, Ling Huan stubbornly walked back and forth for ten minutes. He held two neatly arranged cakes in a well-balanced manner, and carefully avoided the waiter who was hurriedly holding the dinner plate in the corridor. Sheng, his gaze ran across the unobstructed corridor quickly, frowning slightly.

"Where is Luosheng? Didn't he say that he would hit me here?"

Luo Sheng is the waiter in charge of delivering the food. It is logical to say that he should have touched him a few minutes ago and carried the strawberry cake away smoothly.

[Luo Sheng didn't come! What's going on with him...] 009 finally found the real-time news related to Luo Sheng, and he was suddenly overwhelmed. [Luo Sheng overturned a guest's glass at the banquet, and the broken glass scratched the delicate The female guest’s calf, and the male guest who was holding onto Luosheng happened to be his classmate at the military academy. He usually didn't like him in the class. At this moment, he held on to someone and asked Luo Sheng to pay compensation. 】

[The difficulty of the main mission is reduced. The strawberry cake does not need to pass through Luo Sheng's hands, as long as it can be successfully eaten by Lu Jinbei, the most important thing is that the props are required to take effect. 】

009 made a decisive decision, [Time is running out, the host will send the strawberry cake to Lu Jinbei first! 】

Ling Huan silently touched his unremarkable facial features after the holographic face change, and said every word, "People who have a love filter are willing to eat the cakes that they usually touch, do, no, meet, and touch. I will send them. Will Lu Jinbei smash the cake on my face after passing?"

Lu Jinbei forkped a piece of roast chicken that smelled delicious and put it in his mouth. The taste was actually much better than the monotonous diet and a lot of nutrient solutions on the warship before. It was even regarded as the top royal family of the main star of Ole. The chefs made the dishes, but he always felt that something was missing.

Adding a large amount of fragrant powder to each dish is a customary rule of these chefs when they cook.

But Ling Huan seemed to have never let go of the fragrant powder whether he made dried small fish or salted chicken, and he didn't know why it smelled so good.

Lu Jinbei fiddled with the plump roasted chicken legs that were shiny on the dinner plate, without any appetite.

Ling Huan bought so many eggs yesterday.

Is there something to be done today?

Turning on the shrunken light brain screen, Lu Jinbei quickly tapped the Cat Fighting icon on the home screen that had been set as a shortcut button, and entered Ling Huan's live broadcast room, which was gray and not live.

He turned off Guangnao, put the knife and fork aside, and did not touch the hot food.

"...Tin Ye told me about the training camp before, and I will bring this batch first this year." Wen Mingquan, who was talking seriously to Lu Jinbei, suddenly paused, and looked at the other people on the main table talking and laughing. I didn't notice the people on their side, lowered his voice and said, "I want to ask you for help."

Looking sideways, Lu Jinbei seemed to be distracted, Wen Mingquan frowned and dangled in front of him, and repeated, "I want to ask you to do me a favor."

"What's busy?"

"Regarding the substantial reduction of the tens of billions of dollars in fines that need to be paid after double-A registration for marriage, can you please vote for this bill?"

Wen Mingquan explained calmly, "The fine price is too high, even if the law has tolerated the passage of the aa marriage law, there are too few people who really implement it."

"I can vote for it." Lu Jinbei raised his eyes and glanced at Wen Mingquan. "But there are six votes in the parliament. It is useless for you to convince me. This draft is proposed by you in the name of the military, and the military participates in the political power. The right to propose a draft is only once a year. The parliament’s caliber is relatively uniform, and it seems that it is not going to be passed this time."

"I know." Wen Mingquan smiled bitterly, half of his face hidden in the shadow of the edge of the military cap, "It won't work this year, just wait another year..."

A hand suddenly appeared between the two of them, and a voice that was deliberately lowered and sounded a bit thick.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, please serve dessert."

Lu Jinbei put a slap-sized white porcelain plate in front of him, and the pink crumbs on it fell down violently.

The air was smelt with all kinds of flavored dishes, but inexplicably squeezed in a chilly sweetness.

Lu Jinbei glanced at the cakes on Wen Mingquan’s plate, and found that everyone’s cakes looked a little different in appearance. His condiments were too much like a flood, and it was so sweet that it made a toothache.

The only sweet thing he has eaten this year.

It was the cheap candy that Ling Huan forced over at home.

Lu Jinbei handed the plate back, "I don't need dessert here."

The plate was taken and put back by the waiter with a little temper, "Sir, someone made this dessert specially for you."

I have attended countless large and small banquets. I have never seen a waiter who is so persistent and still can’t understand the face of the guest. Lu Jinbei pushed the plate back, and unexpectedly found that the other party was pressing the plate with the same force, as if trying to hold the plate. The plate was embedded on the table in front of him.

The waiter bends down, his arm with a graceful line outlined in the monochrome uniform is horizontally in front of him, the back of his white hand is tight, and his opposing force trembles slightly.

Lu Jinbei looked down and suddenly saw the waiter's pure white buttoned and rigorous cuffs clinging to his wrists, but faintly outlined a black thing around his wrists, and his familiar eyes suddenly pressed the corners of his mouth.

Lu Jinbei closed his eyes and closed his vision when the opponent approached, enhancing his sense of smell and hearing.

A few seconds later, he looked up at the waiter. The lights on the top of the banquet hall were scattered and chaotic, but a completely strange face was clearly illuminated.

Lu Jinbei retracted his gaze and stopped firmly in the hand of the waiter. Instead of taking the porcelain plate back, he retracted his hand, as if casually asking, "Who did it for me?"

Feeling a sigh of relief from the waiter standing on his side, his slender fingertips lightly scratched twice on the white tablecloth, and wrote an L.

"This is the surname of that gentleman."

The fingertips that gestured on the tablecloth seemed to touch the tip of his heart, and they just touched it lightly.

Enduring the urge to grab this hand, Lu Jinbei nodded slightly, "I see."

Finding that Lu Jinbei’s stubborn and decisive resistance just now really disappeared, Ling Huan suddenly felt that he was half done. He did not expect to follow the command of 009, this time it was a rare success. It seems that 009 is now moving in a reliable direction. Come on.

He stood up straight and clamped the empty dinner plate like others, and coughed lightly, "If you want to see the gentleman who sent you dessert, he will be at the entrance of the banquet hall at 8 o'clock. Waiting for you in front of the fountain."

The desserts at the whole main table have been served once, and they were finally delivered to Lu Jinbei. Ling Huan, dressed in a relaxed suit, walked back quickly, turning his head slightly and glanced as he walked.

The angle is just right to see the side of Lu Jinbei.

Just now categorically saying not to eat dessert, the man pushing the plate as if he was competing with him actually started eating with a fork, he only left for a few minutes, and the small cake with the palm of his hand shrank. Quite a lot, it looks like it's almost finished.

Ling Huan was speechless, and whispered in his consciousness with 009, "Isn't that cake just a bite? He seems to have eaten them all."

【It's ok. 009 urged him to speed up, [Luo Sheng has been dragged away from the banquet hall by his classmates. The host should quickly follow along to check the situation and ensure that Luo Sheng is accurately pushed into the pool at the door at eight o’clock. . 】

Ling Huan quickly stuffed the empty dinner plate to a waiter who happened to pass by, raised his collar and walked out calmly through the gorgeously carved door that was half open.

Just down the long corridor, I heard a noisy sound from far away.

"There are so few places in the training camp in the same grade, all of them are high double-value alphas. How did you, a hard-student beta, get such a precious place?! Now because you can’t pay the tuition on time. The teacher still has to wait for your copy. Time has been delayed again and again. I think you simply don’t want to go. If you don’t want to go, you will take the initiative to give up your place!"

"Do you know where the training camp is every year? Is the military department a place where your low-physical beta can enter? You offended Miss Cross last time! Miss Cross’s brother is from the military department, you Go in this time..."

Ling Huan quickly stepped across the stairs and saw Luo Sheng, who was being pushed by a group of people to the pool, lowered his head, his shoulders kept twitching, and he could not fight back.

He squeezed into the crowd in a mess, glanced at the pointer on the watch, and pushed Luo Sheng's arm when the pointer stopped at 12.

When he was about to withdraw his hand, he was suddenly pulled back by the opponent's conditioned reflex.

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