「先生，在這邊。
就是這間了。」
阿望他們照著資料上的地址，如願來到艾力克斯曾經駐足的痕跡。
「等一下你什麼都不用說。
我自已來問就好。」
俊朋可能是怕阿望會破壞他的事情，乾脆先一步給予警告。
「A few.
It’s together.」
The waiter didn’t mean to say hello, but rather said unceremoniously.
「Two people.」
Junpeng wouldn’t care too much, anyway, today’s focus is not to come to dinner.
「Sir, what would you like to order.」
Of course, Awang asked Junpeng to order him first, after all, he is his master.
「I want a vegetable salad for the appetizer.
The main dish is Wellington beef tenderloin.
Dessert to a Baked Alaska.」
Junpeng did not directly wave his hand to call the waiter over as usual in Taiwan, because in the West, this is very impolite behavior.
He can only gesture with his eyes.
「What to do.
Outsiders should not be allowed in the kitchen.
Old man.」
The waiters all stood in front of the kitchen because of Junpeng’s rude behavior.
「No, I’m a reporter from the Klein newspaper.
this is my name card.
I want to interview Alex, the award-winning chef.」
Junpeng has even designed a business card.
After all, his identity cannot be found by these people.
「Reporter?
To interview Alex.
But he has resigned.
I gonna go see.」
Someone really came out in the kitchen, but of course it was not Alex, but someone who knew Alex.
「Excuse me, I want to know about Alex
matter.
As long as it is anything.」
Junpeng just wanted to speak out from these people’s hands to see if he could catch Alex’s handle.
terror fiction 
現在俊朋即將去找新的把柄。
讚讚