My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Upon hearing the waitress's recommendation, the corners of their eyes twitched.

Rivera pointed in the direction outside the door: "What's that sign about? The recommendations above seem to be different."

"It's just a joke, don't take it seriously."

The waitress named Amber waved the pen in her hand: "Have you thought about something to eat?"

“What is an aged rib eye steak?”

Ethan looked at the menu in his hand and looked at the waitress standing next to her. She was in her twenties, had big eyes, and looked quite pretty.

An exquisite necklace hangs from the V-neck top and sinks between her breasts.

Amber looked at Ethan, her eyes lit up, and she said with a smile: "Please, it's just a joke, can you have a sense of humor?"

Damn it, are you selling jokes or food here?

Although Ethan wanted to complain, for the sake of food hygiene, he had to keep his mouth shut.

After watching it for a while, he ordered a roast beef rib set.

"Give me the same thing."

Rivera also closed the menu and said with a smile.

"Okay, no problem." Amber put away the menu, put down the wine list, and continued to ask: "What do you want to drink?"

Ethan glanced at it and clicked at the bottom of the wine column.

"Okay, I'll be ready soon."

Amber raised her eyebrows when she saw the wine that Ethan ordered for more than sixty dollars a bottle, and picked up the wine list.

At this moment, the side door of the restaurant directly opposite Ethan was pushed open.

Five people walked in with unhappy expressions. When Amber saw this, he rolled his eyes, turned around and walked to the kitchen.

The person in charge was a middle-aged white man with slightly bald hair, a beard, and sparkling eyes.

He raised his hand and waved his arm at the silver-haired old lady at the bar:

"Helen, have a barrel of beer."

The group of people walked to the bar and sat down in a familiar manner. They seemed to be regular customers.

Ethan looked at it for a while and then looked away.

He felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity among this group of people.

It was the same feeling as when I sat down with Hood, Carly, and Candy at the Davis Bar.

Thinking of the past, Ethan smiled knowingly.

"What are you laughing at?" Rivera took a sip of ice water, picked up a drop of water on her fingertips, and bounced it on his face.

Ethan shook his head: "It's okay, I just thought of some old friends."

Not long after, Amber came over with two large sets of roast beef ribs, and the aroma could be smelled from a distance.

The barbecue at this steakhouse is similar to the Texas style.

It is mainly smoked and grilled. It takes several hours to slowly smoke. The appearance looks a little dark, as if it is burnt, but the meat is extremely soft and tender.

When pressed with a table knife, juice oozes out.

Grab the bones and pull them out easily, without the skin or meat sticking to them.

It also comes with bread, pickles, mashed potatoes and some barbecue sausages. I don’t know the taste yet, but the portion is definitely worth it.

"Please enjoy."

Amber opened the red wine for them, poured it into the glasses and turned to leave.

Ethan didn't bother to sober up, so he picked up the glass and touched it with Rivera to moisten his throat.

Pick up the knife and fork, cut out a piece of beef and put it in your mouth.

When I took a bite, it was neither dry nor woody, and the charred areas were quite tasty.

The motel owner really didn't lie to them, it tasted really good.

While Ethan and Rivera were feasting, a conflict arose at the bar next to them. Several people who had just come in through the back door looked unhappy and argued in low voices.

Ethan impatiently picked up the wine glass and took a sip of wine.

Rivera noticed his expression and shook her head at Ethan: "We are just here to eat, don't worry about others."

"knew."

He shrugged and picked up his knife and fork again. The journey had been uneventful, and there was no need for any conflict as he neared Pennsylvania.

The tree wants to be still but the wind doesn't stop.

"Shut your stinky mouth."

At this moment, the movement nearby became louder.

Ethan glanced from the corner of his eyes, and saw a man with a round head and a mustache continuing to shout loudly at the young man with a slicked back next to him:

"When will you be able to help everyone, will you be qualified to accuse me."

After Mustache picked up the beer glass and took a sip, he glanced at Ethan, then put down the glass:

"I'm going to the bathroom."

"Snapped."

When the mustache stood up and walked behind the man with the back hair, he slapped him hard on the head.

The sound is clear and crisp, and it is a good head.

The man with the back of his head shrank his head and did not dare to say a word.

The others also watched helplessly, and Ethan noticed that the mustache was walking towards them.

When Lin approached, he turned around suddenly and walked to the side.

Ethan forked a piece of sausage and put it in his mouth, chewing it slowly.

"Bang."

A chair was placed upside down next to their table, the chair hitting the wooden table and shaking the cutlery on it.

The mustache just now sat down on the chair and put his arms on the back of the chair.

Rivera was caught off guard and was startled.

Mustache was very satisfied with the effect he had created. The corners of his mouth turned up and he asked:

"Hey, I guess you guys aren't from around here?"

Ethan sighed and continued to cut the tender beef, making a slight sound when the knife was drawn on the plate.

Rivera picked up the wine glass, took a sip of red wine, and continued eating her dinner.

"Are you mute?"

Mustache shrank his neck and looked at the two of them unscrupulously.

He turned around again and shouted loudly:

"Guys, I guess these two are here as mutes."

The faces of the people sitting in the back became ugly, as if they were very dissatisfied with his performance.

Ethan sniffed. In addition to the smell of sweat, there was also a hint of gun smoke and a faint smell of blood on this man.

Based on his experience, this man must have fired a gun today.

And there was blood, just like that, and he was in a mood to show off, he seemed to be more than just a little gangster.

"We are just tourists."

Rivera frowned and whispered: "We just want to have dinner and don't want to get into trouble, okay?"

"I see."

Mustache smiled and shaved his nose: "No trouble, I just want to make friends with you."

He stared at Rivera's beautiful face and swallowed:

"My name is Flynn, may I know your name? Beauty."

"I'm a local here and I'm very familiar with the neighborhood. Or I can take you out for a while, what do you think?"

Rivera simply shut up, frowned, picked up the wine glass, and leaned back on the chair, farther away from him.

Flynn noticed her movement, his face turned pale and his eyes narrowed.

"Sorry, Mr. Flynn."

Ethan coughed and was about to speak.

"Hey."

Flynn slammed his hands on the table and stared at Ethan unhappily:

"Please don't interrupt me. It's rude, you know? Get out of here."