Brilliant Michelin Reborn

"Huh? What time is it?"

Jiang Shunan opened his eyes, and the soft afternoon sun shone on his face, which was clear and transparent.

"At three o'clock in the afternoon," Wei Jingrong changed his coat, "get up, I'll take you somewhere."

Without a moment's delay, Jiang Shunan got up from the bed, scratched his hair, and looked out the window.

The gray and white stone brick street is divided into two by the sunlight, the clean road surface, the black cast guardrails, street photos, the plane trees extending along the street with no end in sight, and the whole piece of banner signboard that I can't understand at all .

Paris.

I'm in Paris!

In the real scene, but like the environment.

It's not real, it's so unreal.

He clearly feels that he is still in China, so why in the blink of an eye...

"Illusion, this must be an illusion."

Jiang Shunan muttered softly.

"You haven't woken up yet?"

"No," Jiang Shunan said, "That's good."

Beautiful 'illusion'.

"Where's Owen? Do you want to call him?"

"No need, he has a lot of things to do when he comes back here, and he may not be able to make it back before tomorrow's exchange meeting. We don't need to worry about him."

After a simple wash, the two went out.

Wei Jingrong stopped a taxi and gave the address directly.

Jiang Shunan sat in the car, opened the window, and lingered on everything outside the window.

The car went straight along the narrow path, and the three or four-story houses on both sides blocked the sunlight from time to time.

A few tables and chairs can be seen everywhere along the street. People of all skin colors sit leisurely on the chairs, having a cup of coffee, a piece of cake, or ordering nothing at all.Simply chatting, flipping through books, enjoying the quiet time in the afternoon.

The people on the street look at the people in the car, and the people in the car look at the people on the street.

Some are curious, some are accustomed to it, and even smile at you with enthusiasm.

In the warm wind, the air is full of relaxation and enjoyment.

Lazy, spontaneously lazy.

Jiang Shunan just wanted to sit like this all the time, sitting motionless.

"arrive."

When we arrived at the destination, it was still a small road with several shops on the side of the road.

The brown wooden door and the dark window make it difficult to see what's inside.The color scheme is old and old, but it has a lot of charm.

"Come in with me."

As Wei Jingrong said, he opened the door and entered a store, followed by Jiang Shunan.

It's a clothing store.

Or rather, a suit shop.

The store is not big, the layout and furnishings are very compact, very quiet.It is so quiet that people dare not breathe, only a slight "swish" sound can be heard

"Bonjour (French, hello)."

Jiang Shunan imitated Wei Jingrong: "Bonjour."

In the depths of the store, an old chef looked up with a pair of small round glasses. When he saw the visitor, he smiled cheerfully: "Bonjour."

The old master is not tall, with a bald head, only the hair on the sides of the temples, a high nose bridge, and sunken eye sockets, but he is very energetic, and a tape measure with almost worn scales hangs around his neck.

Wei Jingrong was talking with the master, but Jiang Shunan couldn't understand, so he could only look around.

Elegant oil paintings, wooden models, smooth wall panels reflecting the light on the ceiling, small pieces, small pieces.

The complete set of suits was hung neatly, each with clear lines, solemn and serious, not daring to profane.

The smell of clothing fills the small space, which is fluffy.

Jiang Shunan rubbed his nose, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Shunan, try."

At some point, Wei Jingrong got an extra suit in his hand.

A black suit is a very common style, but it can feel obviously different.

Indescribably different.

"There is a fitting room inside, try on the whole set."

Jiang Shunan took the suit without asking any further questions.

Put it on, come out, and look in the mirror.

……OMG.

Jiang Shunan gasped.

People rely on clothes, Buddhas rely on gold.

This is not true.

The suit is a three-piece suit, one shirt, one trousers, and one vest. The single-breasted suit is an inverted trapezoid, with wide shoulders and a narrow waist, which fits closely to the body, revealing just about one centimeter of shirt cuff buttons.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Jiang Shunan felt like a different person, a completely new person.

Nothing left of the idle and casual atmosphere was removed, replaced by a mature and introverted, high-spirited, the whole person's aura was completely changed, and his gestures were naturally endowed with a bit of stability.

Or,

I dare not move.

Wei Jingrong was very satisfied: "Very good, that's it."

"Boss Wei, no need."

Jiang Shunan touched the material, but he had no idea about the price at all.I just subconsciously feel that it is very expensive, incredibly expensive.

"I brought my suit here, so I don't need to spend any more."

"The money has already been paid," Wei Jingrong said. "This is made according to your size. The occasion is different, and of course the clothes are different. Social etiquette."

"You mean...it was made to order?"

"Well, it's handmade, I contacted you last month."

"Ha ha……"

Jiang Shunan didn't dare to move at all.

Custom made by hand, you don't have to think about the price, just put a zero after the number.

"Okay, let's change it. Don't put it on, and you won't want to take it off."

Jiang Shunan carefully changed his suit, carefully handed it over to the master, and carefully looked at Wei Jingrong.

"Mr. Wei, you ordered this dress for me, are you trying to sell me? I'm not worth that much money."

"Hehe, what are you thinking?" Wei Jingrong laughed lightly, "It's not a famous brand, it's just the old man's hobby, and it doesn't cost much."

"Really?"

"Let's go."

Wei Jingrong didn't answer, and after a few words with the old master, he left with Jiang Shunan.

"The suits will be delivered directly to the hotel, and we'll go out for a stroll."

Walking out along the path, feeling the customs of Paris, the two arrived at the Arc de Triomphe in a short while.

The thick Arc de Triomphe has stood here for more than a hundred years, and the twelve roads spread out around the Arc de Triomphe, like stars, but more majestic than stars.

"It's very majestic." Wei Jingrong stood in front of the Arc de Triomphe, looking at the reliefs on both sides of the door. "When I first came here, I thought that Napoleon ordered the construction of the Arc de Triomphe. Unfortunately, he had never seen such a magnificent thing until his death."

"It's a pity."

Standing in front of the gate, the sun fell on the two of them, and the two figures standing side by side on the ground were pulled by the elders.

"The Arc de Triomphe, to celebrate the triumphant return of the soldiers," Jiang Shunan thought for a while, "Hey, I think this suits you quite well."

"You mean sorry?"

"It's a triumph."

Jiang Shunan put his hand on Wei Jingrong's shoulder: "You went out to study art in Paris, and now you come back with four stars, it's considered a triumphant return."

"Hehe, thank you for thinking about it."

Jiang Shunan nodded with a smile: "I'll take a picture for you, it's not in vain."

With that said, Jiang Shunan took out his phone and stepped back.

In fact, he had long wanted to photograph him.

Today's Wei Jingrong does not wear a suit and leather shoes as usual, but casual attire.

A white shirt, a khaki V-neck sweater, a dark blue long windbreaker, and black slacks wrapping her long legs. She is very handsome and inexplicably sexy.

The temptation to commit crimes.

Jiang Shunan took the opportunity to admire Wei Jingrong openly, squatted down, picked the best angle, and then pressed the shutter.

"All right."

Jiang Shunan held the mobile phone and flipped through it in front of Wei Jingrong: "It's not bad."

"If you like it, you can keep it." Wei Jingrong asked, "Do you want to take two too?"

"Alright," Jiang Shunan said, "Use your phone, I'll save your photos, you save mine."

Wei Jingrong didn't say badly, and didn't give him a cell phone, just lowered his head to the ground and smiled dryly.

"What are you laughing at? Is there anything in my opinion worth laughing at?"

"No, I'll help you take pictures."

Wei Jingrong took out his phone, stepped back, and took a few pictures.

"let me see."

"kindness."

Wei Jingrong swiped the screen, and Jiang Shunan was quite satisfied.

"Send me this one, I'll..."

"Wait……"

Just as Jiang Shun'an's finger approached, Wei Jingrong suddenly took away the phone, but Jiang Shun'an touched the Home button instead, and saw the phone's wallpaper.

"This, isn't this me?"

Jiang Shunan snatched the phone, but Wei Jingrong didn't try to grab it from him.

On the screen, Jiang Shun'an was still asleep on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket, like a gigantic caterpillar.

"Isn't this the time when we research new dishes?"

"Yes." Wei Jingrong said, "I took the picture."

"Stains stains."

Jiang Shunan returned the phone to Wei Jingrong, and poked his arm meanly: "Mr. Wei, tell me the truth, how long have you been secretly in love with me?"

"Ha ha,"

Wei Jingrong put the phone back in his pocket, and quickly slid his knuckles along Jiang Shunan's cheek.

"Probably, longer than I thought."

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