Fairy Gourd Farm

Chapter 200 Pierre's Idioms
Since Song Wanqing was invited to dinner, of course she couldn't be too sloppy, Zhao Lei would never take her to those small restaurants to eat that kind of messy western food.

However, there are not many good western restaurants in Xinwu City, and most of them need to be reserved long in advance to have a seat.Those like Zhao Lei and Song Wanqing who decided to eat Western food at the last minute would never even think about finding a seat in those famous restaurants.

Fortunately, Zhao Lei still has some contacts in the restaurant circle of Xinwu City. He immediately called Pierre and told the Frenchman that he wanted to invite a friend to dinner, and asked him to think of a way.

The Frenchman was as enthusiastic as ever, and said on the phone: "No problem, just bring someone over, and I will reserve the best seat for you."

Zhao Lei smiled and said, "Then thank you first, Boss Pi!"

"It's okay, it should be!" Pierre said with a smile, "I'll wait for you and your friends in the restaurant, and you can come over anytime."

When Zhao Lei hung up the phone, Song Wanqing couldn't help asking him curiously: "Which god is this Boss Pi? Could it be the villain in SpongeBob SquarePants?"

Zhao Lei was surprised and said, "I didn't expect you to watch SpongeBob too!"

"What a fuss!" The strong woman rolled her eyes at Zhao Lei and said, "Jiajia likes this cartoon, and I occasionally watch two episodes with her."

While the two were talking, the designer had prepared all the materials and handed them to Zhao Lei respectfully.

Zhao Lei was also unambiguous, and signed a check on the spot, paid the design fee, and left the design company with Song Wanqing.

After walking out of the design company, Song Wanqing pointed to the design materials in Zhao Lei's hand and said, "Leave it to me."

Zhao Lei asked puzzledly, "Why?"

"Do you know how to go to the State Trademark Office to register a trademark?" Song Wanqing glanced at Zhao Lei angrily and said, "Let Li Yan do it for you. I can rest assured that she will handle the matter."

Zhao Lei nodded quickly and said, "That's really great, please."

Song Wanqing said indifferently: "In short, you owe me a favor. When the time comes, I will ask you to do something, just don't push back."

Zhao Lei immediately promised: "Don't worry, as long as I can do it, I will never refuse!"

After the two got into the car, Song Wanqing finally couldn't help asking Zhao Lei, "Which restaurant is that boss Pi?"

Zhao Lei knew that even if he didn't mention Song Wanqing, he would be able to guess it quickly, so he told the truth: "He is the owner of the Red River's Western Restaurant."

Song Wanqing was surprised and said, "Red River Bank? It's the best western restaurant in the city. Isn't their boss French? Why do you call him the pickup boss?"

"Isn't his name Pierre?" Zhao Lei said with a smile: "I told him to do as the Romans do. We all use the first letter of the name to call people here, which makes them look affectionate, so he is called Boss Pi!"

Song Wanqing couldn't help but smiled and said, "You are really good at fooling people, he has been fooled by you this time!"

It didn't take long for the two of them to arrive at the Red River Bank Restaurant, and Pierre, who had received Zhao Lei's call, was already waiting for them at the door of the restaurant.

Pierre hadn't seen Zhao Lei for a while, and he was a little excited after seeing him, so he immediately greeted him with open arms.

Zhao Lei skillfully avoided Pierre's hug and reminded him loudly: "Do you still want truffles?"

The Frenchman was shocked, and quickly withdrew his arms and said in embarrassment: "Yes, of course! The truffles I bought last time are almost used up, and I am worrying about this!"

"In three days, five kilograms of black truffles and two kilograms of white truffles." Zhao Lei reported a series of numbers, which immediately made Pierre smile.

The happy Frenchman noticed Song Wanqing next to Zhao Lei, and immediately said in an exaggerated tone: "Old Zhao, you are so lucky to know such a beautiful woman, why don't you introduce it to me!"

"Song Wanqing, my friend." Zhao Lei introduced to the two respectively: "Pierre, the owner of the Red River's Western Restaurant, you can call him Boss Pi."

Song Wanqing knew how Boss Pi came to be called, so she held back a smile and said to Pierre, "Hello, Mr. Pierre."

"Hello, Miss Song." The Frenchman greeted Song Wanqing with a smile on his face, and opened his arms out of habit, wanting to give her a hug.

However, Zhao Lei next to him was already prepared, and immediately reminded Pierre coldly: "Truffle!"

"Uh..." The Frenchman stopped abruptly, and said to Zhao Lei dissatisfied: "Old Zhao, can you stop threatening me with truffles?"

"No!" Zhao Lei answered very simply and solemnly: "If you want to take advantage of my friend, it's a dream!"

Pierre quickly shook his head and said, "This is not taking advantage, this is our French etiquette!"

Zhao Lei responded tit for tat: "Do as the Romans do, hug women when you see them. In China, you are not being polite, but playing hooligans."

"Okay, you won." Pierre gave in reluctantly, but still did not forget to praise Song Wanqing: "Miss Song, your beauty is amazing. In fact, Lao Zhao doesn't even need to bring you to dinner, as long as you look Just look at you. Because there is an old saying in China...beauty is delicious!"

"It's delicious!" Seeing that Pierre started showing off his poor Chinese again, Zhao Lei couldn't help complaining: "There is an old saying that showing ugliness is worse than hiding clumsiness. Do you know what it means?"

Seeing that the Frenchman was at a loss, Zhao Lei immediately said, "Go back and look it up in the dictionary. When you know the meaning of this sentence, you won't be talking nonsense all the time!"

Song Wanqing had been silently watching Zhao Lei and Pierre bickering, and now she smiled and said, "Okay, stop joking with Mr. Pierre, let's go in quickly and try Mr. Pierre's craftsmanship. "

"Okay!" Zhao Lei smiled slightly at Song Wanqing, and then told Pierre, "Lead the way ahead!"

"Prefer sex over friends!" The Frenchman gave Zhao Lei a dissatisfied look, and said to Song Wanqing with a smile on his face, "Miss Song, please follow me."

Song Wanqing could also tell that Zhao Lei and Pierre had a good relationship, that's why they teased each other like this.

That being the case, Song Wanqing would not be too polite, she smiled slightly at Pierre and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

The French took the two of them to the seats specially reserved for them. Song Wanqing said sorry and went to the bathroom.

Pierre took the opportunity to say to Zhao Lei: "I'll let someone put a few roses on your table and light candles to make the atmosphere a little more romantic. If you work harder, you can get her done tonight!"

Zhao Lei said seriously, "Don't talk nonsense, Wan Qing and I are just good friends."

"Good friend? You think I'm blind!" Pierre glanced at Zhao Lei and said, "Miss Song looks at you with love in her eyes. This is not the look between good friends."

"Really?" Zhao Lei was still a little skeptical. Although his relationship with Song Wanqing had indeed improved rapidly, he still felt that a strong woman must have high requirements, and she would never set her sights on her.

Pierre said seriously: "I was known as the little prince who picked up girls in Paris back then, I believe my vision is right!"

Zhao Lei didn't notice that when he was talking to Pierre, a guest was staring at him viciously.This guy is none other than Cui Ziwei who repeatedly made a fool of himself in front of Zhao Lei.

(End of this chapter)