Chapter 506: If You Are Not Crazy, You Will Not Survive

Roger signed a non-disclosure agreement, and Charles gave him a part of his salary as a dog trainer in advance. Roger counted and counted greedily, then put them carefully in his pocket.

Duncan caressed the back of that German Shepherd's neck affectionately, his eyes were as gentle as looking at a lover or a child.

"Eat more, dear, eat more," he said.

Charles pointed at the door and issued an order to evict Roger, "Now you can go, there is a new film that will start shooting from tomorrow, take your dog and prepare to go to the crew to report."

Roger glanced at the steak and red wine on the table again, and begged cheekily: "Mr. Charles, it's already noon now, I want to have lunch before leaving, is that okay? As a new employee of the company, I should be able to get a Free lunch, right?"

Charles looked at him in disgust, and after a while he shouted in the direction of the kitchen: "Prepare a lunch for our guests!"

Roger quickly sat down at the dining table, opposite the German Shepherd, and said cheerfully: "I want the same thing, steak fried with onions and red wine! The steak can be done medium-rare, I like to eat bloody ones!" "

What?

What did they just mention?

The teary-eyed Phimas was touched by a sensitive nerve, and he couldn't help but raised his head in astonishment. It had been looking at the German Shepherd before, but it didn't pay attention to the food on the plate.

It wasn't until then that it realized that what was served on the dinner plate was a fried steak with onions, broccoli and mushrooms. The juicy and juicy prime steak was fried just right, and every bite would have a rich aroma of butter. Mouthwatering - not the problem, but the onions that are the main topping for the fried steak!

Previously, Femas didn't know the secrets of onions, thanks to Guan Biao, the former pyrotechnician of the crew, and after Zhang Zian gave it popular science, it realized that onions are poisonous to dogs, and the disulfides in onions can cause Hemolytic reaction in dogs.

Charles ignored Roger, but said to Duncan graciously: "Mr. Duncan, we have recently changed a chef, and his best dish is this fried steak with onions. I wonder if it suits the taste of your dog?"

Duncan nodded in satisfaction, and said approvingly, "It likes to eat."

"That would be great." Charles smiled brightly, "According to the head chef, onions and red wine are a perfect match. It can remove the unpleasant smell of onions, but also retain its spicy aroma, which makes the wine fragrant. , the aroma of grapes and the unique aroma of onions are blended together, together with the carefully cooked steak, there is nothing better in the world. If your dog likes it, I will ask them to cook it for it every day.

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"Yes." Duncan nodded, "Thank you, Mr. Charles, you are really thoughtful."

The chef's craftsmanship is excellent, and his dog really likes to eat this dish. Except for the broccoli, the onion, steak and red wine in the glass are almost all wiped out.

"Don't eat! Don't eat! Don't eat onions!"

Fei Max suddenly roared, it wanted to warn the German Shepherd not to continue eating this dish, although it will be fine for a while, but in fact the disulfide has quietly entered the body, and it is about to kill the red blood cells in the blood, causing Acute hemolytic reaction, even harm the bone marrow.

Apparently, people in this day and age are unaware of the dangers of onions to dogs, and just serve the star German Shepherd with the best food they can.

Talking about toxicity regardless of dosage is hooliganism. The size of this German Shepherd is not small, and it may not be fatal to just eat the existing onions on the plate, but if you eat it today and continue to eat it tomorrow, the disulfides will continue to accumulate in the body. Considering the poor medical level of this era, Once hematuria occurs, it is basically hopeless.

Famus' loud bark made Duncan frown in disgust.

"A country dog ​​is a country dog. Even if it looks like our big star, its upbringing is not the same—our big star never barks." Charles smiled, "13 is probably greedy for this fried steak with onions, but Want to eat a few bites. I can understand, what dog doesn't like meat?"

"But that's impossible." Duncan snorted coldly, "How can the stand-in be treated the same as the protagonist?"

"That's right, that's right." Charles agreed, and turned to yell at Roger: "I paid you to watch a play here? Tell your dog to shut up!"

Roger jumped up from the chair, rushed to Femas in three steps at a time, and threatened with a ferocious face: "Shut up! Stop yelling! If you keep yelling, I'll peel your skin!"

Femas still tried to stop it, but the German Shepherd had already eaten all the onions and steak, left the dining table, and was lying on the carpet lazily digesting. Femas knew that persuasion was futile, no one in this world could understand what he was saying, and this was a history that was destined to happen.

Seeing that Phemaus had stopped barking, Roger sat back at the table.

At this moment, the chef came over pushing the dining car.

Charles went to the dining car and took two plates from the dining car himself, one in front of Roger and the other in front of Femas.

"As a stand-in, you only deserve to eat this," he said.

A ham and cheese sandwich was placed on each of the two plates.

Roger stared at his sandwich. Although he felt humiliated, he was really hungry, so he finally picked up the sandwich and stuffed it into his mouth. After taking a few bites, he noticed that there were still a few slices of broccoli and some soup left on the steak plate, so he swaggered over to take it, ignoring the contemptuous gazes of Duncan and Charles, and dipped the sandwich bread slices into the soup. Swallow it with taste.

Femas looked at the sandwich, the food was pitifully small, even more shabby than steak fried with onions, but at least it was not poisonous.

It lowered its head and ate the sandwich.

Among the elves, Fei Masi admires Lao Cha's strength and fortitude the most. No matter what he faces, Lao Cha will never shrink back, even if he throws his head and blood, it doesn't matter. Go on.

Phemaus had escaped, had preferred to forget everything and escape from the nightmare past. But this time it decided not to run away anymore, it wanted to live in this world, witness everything with its own eyes, and face its own demons. You can't be an angel without defeating your demons.

"That's right, you have to recognize your identity." Charles and Duncan smiled at each other, they thought that Fei Max had succumbed to fate.

Duncan looked at his watch and said goodbye to Charles: "I'm going back first. My pet dog still has a lot of harem groups to spoil. I can't even remember how many times it is going to be a father."

Charles personally sent Duncan and his dog out.

Before closing the door, Duncan's dog let out a loud, onion-scented belch.