I suppressed the weirdness in the shelter

Chapter 124 Tea Party

Henide sat on the carpet as usual, arranging the toys that she had long been tired of playing with. Ever since Wyatt suddenly broke in yesterday, she suddenly felt that everything was not so boring anymore.

If you ask why, it’s probably because I suddenly felt a sense of anticipation.

A colorful fairy tale book broke into her life. It was like her eyes flew into the sky and could see the outside world on her behalf.

She suppressed her curiosity and didn't look through the fairy tale book before Wyatt came again, which even made her unable to sleep well at night.

Henide doesn't like insomnia because it makes the nights seem extremely long, which is a torment in itself for her.

But last night was probably the most fulfilling sleepless night she had ever had.

She had been waiting for Wyatt to come again.

There was the sound of the door opening behind her. Henide keenly caught the sound and turned around quickly with an expectant smile on her face.

She didn't see Wyatt, she only saw the maids with drooping eyebrows, each of them holding a dining cart, and queuing up in an orderly manner to enter the room.

They pushed the food carts to the wall near the door and lined them up.

The deacon who also had his brows lowered entered after them.

They carried the exquisitely crafted round table and chairs on their shoulders, chose an empty space in the room, and began to set them up.

The angles and distances of the tables and chairs are carefully considered. These professional deacons have already gone through the stage of needing to use tools to measure. They can place them in the perfect position with just a slight adjustment.

Afterwards, the maids carried the food trays past the round table. Each person stayed at the table for no more than three seconds, but they were able to place the food in their hands perfectly.

The movements are uniform and precise, just like an assembly line.

This scene can be described as "outrageous" in the eyes of ordinary people, but in Henide's opinion, only "absurd" can accurately describe it.

She had never seen so many people. For Henide, she only saw outsiders during meal times three times a day. However, every maid who came to deliver meals would not stay in the room for more than ten seconds.

Moreover, they were silent and had no intention of talking. Even through the crack in the door, Henide could see many guys dressed strangely guarding outside.

She didn't know why these guys had such smooth things on their bodies, but Henide could keenly sense that these guys had no good intentions towards her.

After realizing this, Henide would choose to ignore the opportunities to interact with outsiders during the three meals a day.

The current situation is far beyond Henide's understanding.

There were more than ten people, an open door, and no malicious guys in the corridor outside the door.

Blacknide saw Wyatt, the last person to enter the room.

But with so many people present, Henide didn't dare to say a word, so she could only blink and look at Wyatt.

Henide waited for Wyatt to notice her, but after he entered the room, he was just supervising the maids and butlers to set up the scene and did not notice her at first.

This made Henide even more curious about what Wyatt was doing.

Thinking of his sudden intrusion yesterday and his meaningless words, Henide had a strong sense of déjà vu.

But this also made her look forward to it, because behind those words, what was waiting for her was a magical fairy tale book.

So what kind of surprise will Wyatt bring today?

After being decorated by the maids, the layout of the desserts on the round table is perfect and impeccable. Not to mention that it makes people hungry just by looking at it, it is already a work of art.

Although the dragons are all single-minded people with their minds full of fighting and killing, when it comes to enjoying themselves, all those in high positions are equally picky.

This also forces the groups that serve them to improve their skills and create a better experience for their masters.

As far as housekeeping is concerned, the dragons are a little too careful. But this also makes Wyatt very satisfied.

After finishing the arrangement, the maids and butlers lined up against the wall. An old butler who looked like a butler stood up and reported the situation to Wyatt.

"Dear Sir, we have completed the layout according to your requirements. Please accept it."

"It's perfect. I never thought the dragons could arrange such a beautiful tea party."

"To satisfy the master is our battleground. As a dragon, we must win everything."

"Yes, there is no work for you for the time being, so please leave."

The servants nodded to Wyatt and quickly left the room in an orderly manner.

As the door closed, Wyatt turned his gaze to Henide who was standing aside, confused.

Wyatt smiled proudly and held out his hand to show the beautiful tea party table.

Henide looked at it, and the cakes on the round table were like rare gems to her, each of them sparkling with dazzling brilliance.

What is that? Each one looks so exquisite, and there is a sweet aroma in the air. They all look steaming hot. Is it food? Why is there such food?

Henide's understanding of food is limited to meat and water, because this is her daily menu.

To her, there was no distinction between foods other than the different types of meat.

And these things are obviously not meat.

"How long are you going to sit on the carpet? A day is very short, so cherish it."

Wyatt came to the round table, pulled out the chair closest to Henide, and invited her to sit down like an elegant butler.

Henide hesitated for a moment, but still got up from the ground and slowly walked to the round table.

Seeing these exquisite desserts up close left Henide mesmerized.

The sweet aroma became stronger.

"Please take a seat."

Wyatt pushed the chair towards the round table, hitting Blacknette's knees, so she had to bend her knees and use her butt to meet the chair surface.

After finishing his seat, Wyatt walked around and sat across from her.

"In a noble literary salon, books and desserts are indispensable. Since we are going to continue yesterday's story, how can we do without dessert?"

"Um...um, what is dessert...?"

"Don't you know that girls like you probably love desserts."

Blacknair lowered her head in shame, she felt that she had let Wyatt down.

However, this was not a problem in Wyatt's opinion, because through Gustav's attitude towards Hennessy, he could also guess how Hennessy was treated in captivity.

It was considered good to get a small cake every week. Considering the thick-skinned dragon race, it was no surprise that they were covered in meat.

It seems that before telling the story, I need to introduce the types of desserts to Henide.

As it happens, Wyatt is an expert in this area.

(End of this chapter)