Bodyguards of big stars

Chapter [-] Damn chef!

It was the first time that the little nun was called Miss Er.

She was originally a monk.

It's impolite to call you Miss——

Besides being impolite, it's also very inappropriate.

But Tang Huan called it that, so she just listened casually.I didn't take it to heart.

"Mr. Tang, soon, you and I will be enemies. There is no need to be courteous." Ms. Er walked towards her destination calmly.

Tang Huan followed behind, like her little brother.

Tang Huan noticed, and Ms. E was no stranger to this.It's not the first time I care about it.

"Miss E has already been here?" Tang Huan asked with a smile.

"I came here a day earlier than Mr. Tang. I already had lunch with Prince Curd." Miss Er said lightly.

Upon hearing this, Tang Huan immediately asked, "What kind of person is Prince Ke De?"

"Does Mr. Tang care about this?" Ms. Er didn't stop, but continued to move forward. "When I see Prince Ke De later, Mr. Tang will know?"

This little nun really doesn't know how to be funny.

Tang Huan shook his head, didn't ask any more questions, and followed Miss E to the destination.

A very spacious dining room.

The table is full of candles.

But Tang Huan didn't have the slightest intention of having a candlelight lunch.In his eyes, there is no so-called romance.I just feel that there is a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere in this huge restaurant.

Just like the layout outside, there are no windows in this restaurant.So even in the clear sky, the restaurant looks gloomy.Very dark.Despite the candlelight lighting, it still feels depressing.Can't help it.

Tang Huan looked left and right, the layout of this restaurant is very particular, it looks like it was furnished by people with taste and aesthetics——

But apart from him and Miss Er, there was no third person in the restaurant.

It's getting weirder.

creak.

suddenly.

There was a sound of wheels rolling on the wooden floor from the side door of the restaurant.Tang Huan heard the reputation and looked around, only to see a metal wheelchair approaching slowly.

On the wheelchair sat a white-haired old man.

He was disheveled, looking very vicissitudes, very gloomy.

Between the eyebrows and eyes is also filled with turbidity.Like an insane person.Extremely weird.

The wheelchair was pushed over by a middle-aged woman.

Women dress plainly and have normal facial features.On the other hand, a pair of azure blue eyes looked very energetic.

The old man in the wheelchair came slowly, raised his cloudy eyes to glance at the two, slightly raised his hand and said, "Please sit down."

The voice is muddy and decayed.It was as if he had experienced endless devastation and torture.Extremely hoarse.

Miss Er was not too polite, and she sat down slowly after hearing the sound.

Tang Huan looked at Prince Ke De delicately——

Such a featureless old man is the owner of this island?

Uncle who even Prince Hall and Her Majesty the Queen are quite afraid of?

At least from Tang Huan's perspective at the moment, the old man may have struggled to even stand up.

What decisive influence can he have on this battle for imperial power?

Tang Huan smiled slightly and took the initiative to say hello: "His Royal Highness—"

"I'm just an ordinary person imprisoned here." Prince Curd said hoarsely. "Mr. Tang, you are welcome."

Well, Brother Huan's businessman-like greetings did not get a response from Prince Ke De.He was a little bored, so he sat down slowly.

Lunch is not rich.Just a very homely English lunch.It wasn't even as delicious as the breakfast that Belial prepared for Tang Huan.

Tang Huan didn't have much appetite when he came here, but seeing how monotonous the lunch was, he no longer wanted to have a full meal.

He sipped his red wine, seemingly calm and relaxed.There are thousands of turns in my heart.

He didn't know the purpose of Prince Curd's invitation to dinner.But if you say that you are just doing the landlord's friendship, you don't believe it if you kill Tang Huan.

He and Miss U are not here for sightseeing.But with purpose.Even get involved in this battle for imperial power.In this regard, Prince Ke De is also very clear.

So Tang Huan had reason to believe that Prince Ke De invited the two of them to dinner, which also meant to be a test.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was even more dull than Tang Huan imagined.Prince Curd ate his lunch very carefully.It seemed that the almost shabby dish on his plate was the most delicious lunch in the whole world.

On the other hand, Miss E also ate as usual.Nothing unusual.

This makes Tang Huan a bit different——

He basically didn't touch the knife and fork, just took small sips of red wine.Look thoughtful.

"The food is not to your liking?" Prince Ke De took the initiative to ask.

"No." Tang Huan shook his head slightly, and said hypocritically. "It's just that I'm too full for breakfast, and I'm not very hungry yet."

"Belier is a very caring butler. The breakfast he arranged for Mr. Tang must be very rich." Prince Ke De nodded slightly. "I was negligent."

To be reasonable, everything on this island belongs to the fief lord.

No matter how sumptuous the breakfast Beryl arranged, it still used local materials, and the resources of Prince Curd were also used.

Saying this, it seems that Prince Ke De is too self-effacing.

But overall, the impression Prince Ke De left on Tang Huan.Not bad.

He is like an old man who is somewhat dull and somewhat eccentric.But he still did a decent job of being a landlord.Didn't leave anything to criticize.

The only thing that may not be thoughtful is that this lunch is very ordinary.It's so ordinary that it doesn't even count as home-cooked.

Tang Huan was a little confused.How could this noble uncle treat himself to such an unpalatable food?

Soon, Prince Curd got to the point.

"During the long 30 years, I ate the food on the table year after year, day after day." Prince Curd put down the knife and fork, his tone seemed plain, but there was a hint of coldness . "I haven't even changed the taste. That damned chef is really good at torturing people. Even the saltiness is exquisitely controlled. People can't feel the slightest freshness."

"After eating, I can no longer feel that I am eating. It is just filling my stomach mechanically." Prince Curd said slowly.Then he raised his eyes slightly and glanced at Tang Huan. "Mr. Tang. Have you ever tried to eat the same thing until you vomited? I did."

"Mr. Tang. I think even if you are in prison, no matter how shabby the food is, you won't eat the exact same food every day, every meal, right?"

"That is the cruelest torture for human beings. The most severe destruction."

Prince Curd sighed lightly, as if he was sighing something.

And it seemed——using an alternative method to vent the storm-like resentment in his heart.

"Miss Er." Prince Curd glanced at the little nun again. "Even if you become a monk and don't eat meat all your life, you won't eat the same food every day, right?"

"No." Miss Er shook her head lightly.

He was not confused because of Prince Ke De's sudden increase in words.

She ate her lunch very carefully, seemingly without any disturbance.

"After I slowly changed from a prisoner to the master of this island, I didn't change my diet. I still ate the same food day after day." Prince Curd said slowly. "I just want to remind myself. Who gave me all this."

Tang Huan's heart sank.

Prince Ke De's resentment is deep, beyond ordinary people's imagination.

"Mr. Tang, do you think I should take revenge on those who tormented me?" Prince Ke De's tone gradually became cold and ruthless. "Should I let them taste the pain I have suffered all these years?"