After passing through a few streets, the prosperous scene of Sonia once again caught Herman's eyes.

The experience in the coffee shop just now kept replaying in his mind, giving him a dream-like feeling, but the perception of magic and the lightened stick reminded him that it was all real.

He couldn't understand why the young boss opened a store in the remote part of Saintia, and the effect of the drink called coffee on sale was extremely ridiculous.

Even if he was a detective, he felt that the coffee shop was shrouded in a thick mist at this time, so that he could only vaguely see some outlines.

"Weird shop, weird owner..." Herman muttered in a low voice, "The coffee tastes good, but it would be better if it wasn't that sweet."

With good luck, he happened to encounter the coming magic train, bought the ticket, and set off on the road back to the dream building office.

"Jodith, I'm back." Walking into the dream office, Herman saw Jodith reading the books behind the counter.

"It's not a long time since you left, and it will take a while for Dreaming to close business. This is not your style." Jodice looked up at Herman.

"If there is nothing to do, I would basically return to the dream building office early every day." Herman sat down and put his cane next to him. "But you also know that the profession of a detective always requires rushing. Run, everything is required for work."

"I hope so." Joyce's expression did not change, and then she reported to the nominal boss of the business status of Dream Building. "No customers came after you left."

"But I can't be free recently. It hasn't been too long since the opening of the Wanhua Expo, and work will definitely get busy by then." Herman sighed helplessly.

"How do I feel that you are a little different from when you left?" Jodyss looked at Herman, frowning slightly.

"Maybe it's your illusion." Herman smiled, not going to reveal the news about the coffee shop, got up from the chair, "I'm going to make some nectar. I have used it too quickly recently."

Joyce watched Herman disappear in the corner of the second floor, and once again moved his gaze to the book in front of him. For a while, there was only the rubbing sound that would appear when the page was turned.

After Luochuan and Yao Ziyan left the coffee shop, they discussed and decided to go to the Black Rock Harbor restaurant before. Judging by Evan's style of working, the construction should be completed now.

After riding the magical train, I felt the cool sea breeze at night after about ten minutes, and my vision became wider.

Broad roads are built along the coastline, and street lamps using magic power as energy emit bright light. The sound of waves crashing on the reef in the ears is a special mood.

"It seems to have opened, and it looks very lively." Yao Ziyan saw the opening of the Blackstone Harbor Restaurant and the crowd gathered there from a distance.

After taking the Magic Train again, the two of them walked towards there on foot. From the conversations of many guests, we can understand that they all came for self-service barbecue.

"Tabby fish, customers here want to order two more tabby fish!"

"Is there anything to drink? Give me some more bottles."

"Why haven't the food served yet? We have been waiting for a long time."

"Wait a minute, we are preparing, please wait a moment..."

In the extremely lively scene, all kinds of sounds converged into a thick sound wave, and there was a shocking feeling.

Evan is directing the service staff of those restaurants at the door, but there is not much confusion in the busy, it seems that he has made sufficient preparations.

"The customers there need tableware, you go get them some sets." Evan made an order, and suddenly he saw two familiar figures out of his sight.

Turning his head and taking a closer look, after confirming that he was not dazzled, a smile suddenly appeared on his face and he hurriedly greeted him.

"We just came to have a simple meal."

Yao Ziyan made a request, and soon the two of them sat in the shop. Those guests have already begun to wonder if Luochuan and Yao Ziyan have met the owner of Heishi Port Restaurant.

Self-barbecue is a very novel thing for these guests, and basically they will try it out, and naturally there is no culinary talent.

After a few failures, they will understand that they are not suitable for self-service barbecue, so the barbecue that Blackstone Harbor Restaurant has already prepared is sold well.

The enthusiasm of the guests reached its peak when the ultimate fragrance spread in the store. Just smelling the smell made me drool. How delicious would it be?

...

The patter of rain came from outside, and the night had fallen, and the bright lights illuminated the room. It was a very warmly decorated room.

Song Qiuying held the magic mobile phone after contemplating for a while, turned over and lay on the bed, covered her head under the quilt, and made manic "hoooo" noises in her mouth.

"Qiuying, what are you doing?" Wei Qingzhu, who was eating potato chips purchased from Origin Mall, heard the voice and asked a little bit amused.

"I don't think I can think of the next plot." Lin Wanshuang smiled and put forward her own guess.

All three of them published their works in the reading of the origin of magic phone, and the results were very good.

"Yes, I don't know what to write!" Song Qiuying suddenly sat up, "If there is no plot, there will be no new chapters, and there will be no full attendance in the interruption. Those readers may also leave...too difficult!"historical

In order to encourage the codeword efficiency of these customers, Luochuan has set up a full attendance award in addition to the subscribed Lingjing. Anyway, Lingjing is just a number to him, and he should support the development of the web writing industry in another world.

"Cavin, I also often meet it." Wei Qingzhu smiled.

"How did you solve it?" Song Qiuying stared at her with bright eyes, asking for experience.

"The readers in the comment area are all talents, and they speak nicely. You can think of a lot of plots from their comments." Wei Qingzhu passed on the experience, "If it doesn't work, just write daily."

"Everyday?" Song Qiuying puzzled.

"Daily life, in addition to the daily life of the protagonist, there is also the daily life of the supporting role, so that the plot can become fulfilled." Wei Qingzhu said with a smile.

Lin Wanshuang nodded repeatedly, agreeing with this.

Song Qiuying thoughtfully: "I seem to understand what you mean."

"Write some daily routines, and the next plot will naturally lead out. At the same time, you can dig some holes to pave the way for the next plot." Wei Qingzhu put down the potato chips and prepared to start work.

"Well, I already know how to write it next." Song Qiuying felt that his heart was full of fighting spirit again, and a new plot of tens of thousands of words had appeared in his mind.

"Come on." Lin Wanshuang clenched her fists.