Joining Tiandao Company: Starting by mending a zombie world

Ren Tingting was not as unruly as Chu Sheng had imagined, and she did not refute his words.

Instead, he looked down at his own towering cloud-covered peak and echoed:

"You're right, this tattered skirt is suffocating me. I'll change into it when I get home."

Chu Sheng took the box, led Ren Tingting to find A Gui, and introduced himself in the process.

...

"Ah Gui, stop, stop! I see a Western restaurant!"

"I'm going to get a coffee!"

As soon as they entered the town, Ren Tingting, who had been looking excited, suddenly exclaimed.

Ah Gui stopped the car, looked back with a bewildered expression, and asked, "Miss, what...what is that?"

"Coffee is coffee, it's very popular in Western countries," Ren Tingting explained, pulling Chu Sheng along and pushing open the shop door.

"Alright, you can go home now."

"I'll take Chu Sheng for a drink."

Helpless, A-Gui could only look at Chu-Sheng and say, "Miss, I'd like to try some too."

"That stuff is Chinese medicine for cattle and horses," Chu Sheng said with a smile as he got out of the carriage.

"I can't sleep because I've drunk too much."

"Cows and horses?" Ah Gui blinked and muttered:

"Is Miss sick and needs to drink medicine meant for oxen and horses?"

Ren Tingting pulled Chu Sheng and walked into the Western-style restaurant.

Before entering, she reminded A-Gui to be careful with her suitcase.

Enter the Western restaurant.

A waiter wearing a white shirt and an apron walked up with his head held high.

He mumbled a few words in broken English.

Out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but steal glances at Ren Tingting's impressive cleavage.

Ren Tingting, being carefree, didn't notice the other person's malicious gaze.

She replied with a few elegant words.

The waiter, like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, led the two to a table with his head held high.

He then pulled out a chair for Ren Tingting in a gentlemanly manner, turned his arms around twice, and made a gesture of invitation.

Chu Sheng would find these actions interesting if a girl did them.

It could be replaced with a man.

The woman's whiny manner made him feel nauseous.

"Hehe, you sit down too..." Ren Tingting said with a smile after sitting down.

"good…"

Chu Sheng looked at the waiter who was about to take his order and felt incredibly embarrassed.

really.

In any era, as long as you know how to act cool, you can find a market.

Especially if they use a foreigner's name, they'll gain another group of brainless fans.

"Hey, what do you want to eat?" Ren Tingting handed the menu to Chu Sheng and asked.

"I'll eat..." Chu Sheng frowned as he looked at the menu, which was entirely in English.

A regular Americano costs three dollars?

A single steak cost ten dollars.

"Heh, it really isn't cheap," he said disdainfully.

"gentlemen."

"The food in our restaurant is all prepared by top chefs from the British Empire."

"Absolutely great value for money."

Chu Sheng chuckled. What high-class chef? He was nothing more than a bunch of bumpkins who had produced this trash.

He slapped the menu shut and said, "Then give me a sweet and sour pork with tomato sauce."

The waiter was taken aback, seemingly not understanding Chu Sheng's request, and asked again:

"Sir, what would you like?"

Chu Sheng looked at the waiter and repeated it in English again:

"I want sweet and sour pork with tomato sauce!"

The waiter panicked completely, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

Aside from saying "Hello" and "coffee," he can only say a few words.

The long sentence was incomprehensible to me, so I opened my mouth and said "ah" for a long time.

"He said he wanted a serving of sweet and sour pork with ketchup," Ren Tingting said.

"Ah... um... we don't have sweet and sour pork here..."

The waiter wiped the sweat from his brow and quickly explained.

"Never mind if you don't have any, just give me a coffee!"

Chu Sheng shrugged and leaned back in his chair, muttering to himself:

"I thought there was nothing special about Western restaurants."

"He can't even make sweet and sour pork."

"Real food!"

After ordering the food, Ren Tingting gave Chu Sheng a thumbs-up and said admiringly:

"I didn't expect you to speak English so fluently, even better than me."

Chu Sheng said calmly:

"It's nothing special; foreign languages ​​are just a type of language."

"In my opinion, it's not as hard to learn as Cantonese."

Ren Tingting smiled and said, "Then I'll teach you later!"

Chu Sheng was taken aback and asked curiously, "You Manchus also speak Cantonese?"

Ren Tingting held up two fingers and gestured, "It's no big deal, just a little bit of water."

"As soon as Ren Tingting uttered the word 'spare the rod and spoil the rot,' Chu Sheng couldn't help but laugh."

It wasn't her pronunciation that was funny, but her earnest yet slightly smug expression.

"What are you laughing at?" Ren Tingting blinked, her long eyelashes like small fans. "Am I wrong?"

"Yes, absolutely right," Chu Sheng added, "I just didn't expect... you actually know how."

"When I was studying in the provincial capital, my deskmate was from Hong Kong Island."

Ren Tingting rested her chin on her hand, her gaze sweeping over Chu Sheng's face.

"But you, a Taoist priest, know foreign languages?"

Just as Chu Sheng was about to reply with "using barbarians to control barbarians," the waiter came over with a plate again.

This time he learned his lesson and put down the cake and coffee that Ren Tingting had ordered.

Turning to Chu Sheng, he cautiously asked in heavily accented Mandarin:

"Sir, your...coffee?"

Chu Sheng pointed to the table and said calmly, "Put it here."

The waiter, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, quickly put down his cup and fled as if he were running away.

Ren Tingting looked at his retreating figure and smiled, "Look how scared you scared him."

Chu Sheng added a sugar cube to his coffee, stirred it slowly, and joked:

"How can someone who's timid serve foreign masters?"

As they were talking, a commotion arose at the door.

Chu Sheng and Ren Tingting both looked towards the door.

There were two people standing at the door.

One had a buzz cut, a smile on his face, and a refined and confident demeanor.

The other was a huge, bald man wearing a loose, light-colored robe.

His chest was open, and his waist was wrapped in several layers of bandages.

Wear dark-colored trousers on the lower body.

Judging by appearance alone, they are exceptionally ugly.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, we require you to be properly dressed to enter."

Several waiters stood in front of the bald man, trembling as they explained.

"What do you mean by 'dressed properly'? Am I naked?"

The bald man asked, displeased.

His gruff voice made the entire restaurant tremble.

"Hehe, they probably want us to button up our shirts."

Another man with a buzz cut laughed.

The bald man grinned, pushed the waiter aside, and walked into the restaurant.

Finally, he stopped beside Chu Sheng, pointed at the coffee in front of him, and shouted:

"Sect Leader, I really want to try this thing."

After saying that, he pulled up a chair and sat down opposite Ren Tingting, next to Chu Sheng.

He grinned, looking at the two of them.

Feeling the terrifying pressure emanating from the bald man, Chu Sheng's body stiffened.

Instinctively, he took a Five Thunder Talisman in his palm.

Before he could even speak, a weight settled on his shoulder.

The man with the buzz cut appeared behind him at some point, smiling as he said:

"Young man, my brother here isn't very knowledgeable, don't mind him, let's share a table, let's share a table."