Master, Your Wife Has Become a Super Star Through Fortune-Telling Chapter 70 - 71: The Bizarre Hot Pot Restaurant

In an instant, goosebumps erupted on Xiao Zhao’s skin.

The viewers watching all this unfold went wild.

[What does that an?!]

[If I’m not mistaken, there must be sothing... strange... sitting next to Xiao Zhao.]

Xiao Zhao’s expression was grim.

He took a closer look at the waitress and felt that sothing was seriously wrong. Her makeup was bizarre, especially the blush on her cheeks. Two round patches of heavy red were plastered on her face.

She looked just like one of those Little Ghosts from a horror movie.

[I’m a good judge of character. That waitress is definitely shady!]

[She gives off a really strong, creepy vibe!]

[And as soone from Chuan City, I’m really confused. Why would they open a hot pot restaurant in such a remote place?]

The more comnts he read, the colder his heart grew. Just then, the waitress approached again.

She was still so distance away, but Xiao Zhao felt an intense chill.

He couldn’t help but shiver.

"Hahaha, Zhao Dasha, don’t tell you’re cold."

The boy with dyed red hair sitting across from Xiao Zhao mocked him freely.

[Oh my god, he’s so hot!]

[Seriously, so handso!]

[Why can’t a guy that handso be mine!]

It was then that the handso guy with red hair directly questioned the waitress.

"Miss, you’ve brought the wrong number of bowls and chopsticks."

He said, motioning to the table setting.

Xiao Zhao’s heart leaped into his throat, but before he could speak, the situation took a turn.

The waitress looked at the number of people, counted silently, and her face turned an even deeper shade of red, as if she were terribly embarrassed.

"Oh, I’m so sorry, so sorry. I miscounted."

As she spoke, she reached out and took away one set of bowls and chopsticks.

[Oh, so it wasn’t her!]

[I thought she was a little suspicious, too.]

[I’m going to watch carefully this ti and find the details. I’m sure I can figure out who’s targeting Xiao Zhao.]

Xiao Zhao breathed a sigh of relief. It seed the waitress wasn’t the problem. But in the next second, he watched as she took away *another* set of bowls and chopsticks from the table.

"I’m so terribly sorry. I put out two extra sets just now. This should be correct, right?"

Her face was full of apology, mixed with a hint of bashfulness.

But Xiao Zhao’s heart was back in his throat.

’What’s going on?!’

’Why did she take away another set?!’

’Now there are only three sets on the table, but there are clearly four of us!’

[??? What the hell???]

[Why did she take another one? Does that an one of the four people at the table isn’t human?]

[What is she even doing? Isn’t she embarrassed? Even a ghost shouldn’t keep miscounting like this.]

[Great, that creepy feeling is creeping back in.]

The expressions of the four people at the table soured.

Red Hair, the handso guy, looked bewildered. "What the hell is with this waitress? How could she miscount again!"

But the goddess in the delicate white dress suddenly lifted her eyes and looked at Xiao Zhao.

"Xiao Zhao, are you playing a prank on again?!"

Red Hair’s gaze also locked onto him. The handso guy, Hei Mao, who had walked over with the goddess, placed a hand on Xiao Zhao’s shoulder.

"Alright, that’s enough. Stop with these tricks."

Xiao Zhao: ...

He swallowed hard, wanting to explain it wasn’t his fault, but a new question arose in his mind.

’Are these three people in front of even human?’

[This is so intense!]

[A supernatural livestream, I’m just gonna watch this like a ga of Mafia.]

[Putting everything else aside, who do you guys think is the ghost?]

[Putting everything else aside, I think Red Hair is the hottest.]

The other three at the table were still staring at Xiao Zhao, as if trying to make him feel guilty.

But Xiao Zhao only felt more and more panicked. Sothing felt really, really wrong.

’The goddess knew we were having hot pot today, right? So why is she wearing a white dress?’

’And Red Hair is usually the vainest of us all. He loves to wear cologne, so why can’t I sll any now?’

’And Hei Mao... there’s sothing about him I can’t put my finger on. It feels like he just appeared out of thin air.’

The suspicion in his heart grew, and this remote hot pot restaurant began to feel more and more unnatural.

[Strear, what the heck is going on?!]

Unable to bear their oppressive stares, Xiao Zhao let out a nervous laugh and ekly typed a question to Su Nian.

"First, stay calm. Don’t keep looking at your phone!"

Su Nian reminded him again to act natural.

Just then, the waitress arrived with the dishes.

She placed the food on the table, plate by plate, then gave a standard, professional smile.

"Enjoy your al, you three."

Three... of us?

After she spoke, she disappeared into the kitchen, leaving the people at the table stunned.

"What the hell is wrong with that waitress? What does she an, ’three of you’?!"

"Xiao Zhao! Is this your prank or not?"

Hearing the goddess’s accusation hurt Xiao Zhao a little, but he just ekly shook his head.

[Ugh, I seriously think this goddess is so stupid!]

[Is it because Xiao Zhao looks like an easy target? She’s always like this with him!]

[You guys are so shallow. Unlike , I’m actually trying to figure out who the problem is.]

Red Hair was a straightforward guy. He imdiately called the waitress over and glared at her viciously.

But perhaps because of that indescribable feeling in his gut, he suppressed his anger.

"Bring another set of bowls and chopsticks."

"Of course."

The waitress agreed crisply. Her service attitude was flawless, and most importantly, she really seed not to recognize Xiao Zhao.

But a strange sense of unease still spread among the four of them.

At so point, Hei Mao had taken his hand off Xiao Zhao’s shoulder.

He was now rubbing his hands together lightly, murmuring that it was cold.

It was then that an even deeper chill settled in Xiao Zhao’s heart.

He realized that they were the only ones in the entire restaurant?!

’The goddess said the food was great, but if it’s really that good, there’s no way we’d be the only custors here.’

A bizarre feeling settled over them, and they ate their al without any appetite.

Xiao Zhao, for his part, carefully consulted Su Nian first to ask if it was okay to eat.

After getting an affirmative answer, he only took a few casual bites before putting his chopsticks down.

The goddess was also looking around nervously the whole ti, as if she didn’t feel safe. They all ate a little and prepared to leave.

The ominous premonition grew stronger. It seed like everything today was tinged with a bad on.

"Boss, the check!"

Red Hair waved the boss over for the bill. He really didn’t want to face that strange waitress again.

The man who ca running over was a stout, fair-skinned, middle-aged man who looked simple and honest.

Perhaps feeling that they were about to leave and would soon be safe, Red Hair subconsciously complained while paying, "Your waitress is terrible at math. She can’t even count people right. She counted twice and still got it wrong."

The boss looked completely baffled. "Huh? W-what waitress? It’s just here."