Brilliant Michelin Reborn

"There are so many people!"

"Of course."

They didn't stay at the Arc de Triomphe for long, and the two walked along the central axis of the gate, which was the Avenue des Champs-Elysées.

The sycamore leaves on both sides are all orange-yellow, and the fallen leaves all over the ground dye everything in autumn colors, leisurely, slow and relaxing.

The trail is very wide, wider than the motorway.The light gray granite slab is dotted with small blue bright spots, like gems wrapped in the original stone.

The streetlight benches along the street are gray-black with classic vicissitudes, and some accessories are shiny dark cast iron, which contrasts with the white rocky houses.The store has rows of tables, chairs and large round umbrellas outside the entrance, and there are no empty seats, and the noise is endless.

Modern life, elegant and solemn temperament, not biased towards one side, but ingeniously combined.

It deserves to be called "the most beautiful promenade in the world."

"Did you come here often when you were studying art?"

"Very little." Wei Jingrong walked unhappily, with memories of reunion after a long absence in every step. "In those six months, I didn't have much time to rest. I came here just to experience the delicious food in Paris."

"Zu, it feels so miserable."

It is a great regret in life that such a beautiful street has never been enjoyed.

"So, why don't I bring you here now?"

Wei Jingrong smiled, and the two walked side by side on the street full of fallen leaves.

Here, Jiang Shunan completely forgot the purpose of this trip, enjoying the beauty of a foreign country physically and mentally.

Artists on the street played the violin, and the melodious sound of the piano echoed in the noisy crowd, and was submerged in a short while, replaced by a guitar, and in a short while it became a saxophone.

There are almost no gaps in the sound of music on the whole street, unintelligible language, thin melody, still persistent enthusiasm, the purest street art.

Like in the movie.

Jiang Shunan finds everything fresh, walking two steps and stopping for a while, walking two steps and stopping for a while, the phone keeps ringing, even the statues placed at the door of other people's shops, and the flowers planted.

"You don't have enough memory in your phone."

"Right now, just take two more pictures."

Wei Jingrong didn't think it was troublesome, but he didn't dare to be careless if he was afraid that the crowd would disperse the two of them.

"Stop taking pictures, I'll have plenty of time later, I'll take you to eat first."

As soon as food was mentioned, Jiang Shunan's gluttony broke out.

I arrived in Paris at five o'clock in the morning, and now it's past four o'clock in the afternoon, and I haven't eaten two meals.

"What are you going to take me to eat?"

Jiang Shunan leaned against Wei Jingrong, and Wei Jingrong put his arms around his shoulders: "Just follow me."

The two did not finish the Champs Elysees, but went south to the banks of the Seine.

The sky is high and the clouds are clear, the green shade hangs down on the shore, and the sound of the water is continuous. The sightseeing cruise ship is driving on the water, spreading layers of white waves backwards, and there are two sirens from time to time, which is a unique feeling.

Along the Seine River, there are countless coffee shops. The rich aroma has the unique bitterness and sweetness of coffee, mixed with the mellowness of cream, and the light smoke wafts out of the shop.

"Left Bank Coffee seems to be here, are we going there?"

"Yes," Wei Jingrong said, "and no."

Jiang Shunan bumped into him: "Don't go around in circles, what if I get lost?"

"Have you seen the Seine?" Wei Jingrong faced the stretching water of the Seine, "The flow of this river goes straight through the center of Paris. The north bank of the river is the right bank, and the south bank is the left bank."

Jiang Shunan looked at him: "So, isn't Zuoan Coffee the name of a store?"

"Well," Wei Jingrong responded, "in French, 'coffee' and 'coffee shop' are the same word, and it translates to Left Bank Coffee."

"Long experience."

"It's in front."

Wei Jingrong said, and led Jiang Shun'an into a shop.He said a few words to the waiter, and then took a small plate: "Try it."

There were two desserts on the plate, one was a tart, and the other Jiang Shunan couldn't recognize what it was.

"I'll try this."

Jiang Shunan split the tart in two with a knife, carefully holding the bottom of the tart.

The tart is not big, just the size of a small cake.The meringue of the tart is golden in color and very thin, and the heart of the tart is a thick layer of mousse, milky white and fragrant, with a few small blue particles.

Vanilla lemon, right?

Without thinking too much, Jiang Shunan couldn't wait to stuff it into his mouth.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!"

"What's wrong? Talk."

Jiang Shunan couldn't speak, his mouth was bulging, and he grabbed Wei Jingrong's arm and shook it desperately.

good to eat!

too delicious!

The moment the mousse enters the mouth, it dissipates quickly, like rapidly expanding foam. The vanilla flavor lingers in the mouth and explodes instantly.

Jiang Shunan's senses are engulfed by the smell of vanilla, without thinking, flowing with the fragrance and being melted by the fragrance.

Take a bite of the puff pastry,

Ah~~~

So crispy, the teeth are going to be crispy.

Fun!

Really fun!

"How about it?"

“Delicious! So delicious!”

"Hehe, eat slowly, there is more." Wei Jingrong smiled, "The mouthful you just took was too big, did you choke on it?"

"Well, kind of."

Jiang Shunan didn't care about those, the aftertaste in his mouth was still strong: "It's so delicious, how do you make this?"

"The method is not difficult, but the ingredients are different."

Wei Jingrong took a small bite: "Flower-scented Tahitian vanilla, Madagascar vanilla with a relatively strong taste, simple and delicious Mexican vanilla, chopped green lemon, almond cream mixed with tart base, very picky choice of ingredients."

"Okay, you can taste it."

"The clerk said it himself."

Wei Jingrong handed the remaining tart to Jiang Shunan's mouth, and Jiang Shunan swallowed it without thinking, "It's too casual, isn't it all?"

"Even for a professional chef, it is useless to know the ingredients. The specific method, the ratio of ingredients, and the timing are not available.

The slightest mistake, if one step is not in place, it will be completely destroyed. "

Even more so for desserts.

Unlike soups or entrees, desserts don't have much room for tweaking once they're molded into the oven.

When it comes out, it is a foregone conclusion.

The more picky you are, the more difficult it is to achieve the desired results.

This shows how precious a formula is.

'When formulating the ratio of raw materials for a dish, it must be as precise as a mathematician, accurate to the gram. '

Not just talking.

"Then what is this?"

"Macaron."

Jiang Shunan looked at the pink cake-like thing on the plate: "Aren't macarons quite small? Why are they so big?"

"This is a kind of macaron. The color is a mixture of lychee, raspberry, and rose. The fragrance is comparable to perfume, and it has a wonderful taste."

"Wow!"

Jiang Shunan's eyes were shining when he was told, and he was extremely amazed.

"Hey, the vanilla tart just now, I really want to have another one. And that lava cake, ah~~~ Not enjoyable."

Jiang Shunan sat on the embankment of the Seine, lazily basking in the reddish sun.

"If you want to eat, there is still a chance, try this first."

Wei Jingrong tore open the paper bag, and the smell of pastry made Jiang Shunan forget the vanilla tart.

"roast chicken!"

"Well," Wei Jingrong put on his gloves, "roast chicken is an indispensable delicacy for the French, and a tradition of family gatherings."

"Yes."

Jiang Shunan was drooling, not in the mood to listen to what Wei Jingrong was saying.

"Eat, look at you."

"Hiss~~~hot~~~"

Wei Jingrong smiled and looked at Jiang Shun'an blowing non-stop.

"Okay, delicious, so tender!"

Wei Jingrong took a sip of the coffee in the paper cup: "When I'm resting, I usually just buy a roast chicken, a few pieces of bread, and just eat the boiled water."

"pretty good."

"It's okay," Wei Jingrong sighed, "I didn't quite get used to the diet here at first, so this is more to my liking."

Jiang Shunan shook his feet, and the toes could reach the moss on the water bank if the toes grew a little longer: "Hey, do you know what I'm thinking?"

Wei Jingrong glanced at him: "What?"

"I think of a song." Jiang Shunan took off his gloves, took a sip of coffee, and sang softly: "I am eating fried chicken in People's Square, and where are you at this moment..."

Jiang Shunan, I am here, and I am by your side.

"Wo!!! That's nice song!"

"Thank you."

Jiang Shunan smiled at the applauding foreigners, put on his gloves and continued to fight.

"Huh, I'm full, I'm too full."

It was already dusk, the two packed up the garbage and walked slowly along the Seine River.

"I don't think you're quite satisfied yet."

"Satisfied, quite satisfied."

Jiang Shunan stretched his waist and took a deep breath of the steamy air: "I've never been so satisfied before."

Wei Jingrong walked beside Jiang Shunan: "Go to the bridge and have a look."

"Row."

On the bridge, dusk is hazy.

At a glance, the sky is red, the water is red, the trees are red, and the scenery on both sides of the river is red.

Dusk red, hazy red, ambiguous red.

"Why are there so many locks on the bridge?"

The railings, lampposts and nets on the bridge are covered with all kinds of locks.

Big ones, small ones, pink ones, heart-shaped ones, densely packed without gaps.There are even locks on the locks, one after another.

"It's locked by this couple who have been here before," Wei Jingrong touched a small rusty lock, "It's a special feature to lock it on the bridge and throw the key into the river."

"Zuzuzu, how many keys must there be in this river!"

Jiang Shunan leaned over to look at the river, but he couldn't see the bottom of the river, so he stopped looking.

"Hey, don't mention it, it's quite creative." Jiang Shunan said, "It's modern art."

Taking out his mobile phone, Jiang Shunan squatted down with great effort, and took a picture with a 'click'.

"What a romance."

Wei Jingrong stood behind him and helped him up: "Do you want us to lock one too?"

"Well~~~ Forget it, there is no place to hang it here."

Jiang Shunan was so happy that Wei Jingrong could mention it like that, but he didn't like this kind of form very much.

Relying on one lock is worse than relying on two people to operate slowly.

After all, feelings are not a bondage.

"Let's take a picture, just a selfie."

"Ah."

Jiang Shunan adjusted the camera, took it a little farther away, looked at the camera, and then made a 'click'.

"Perfect."

Jiang Shunan looked at the photo, he and Wei Jingrong, behind him was the stretching Seine River, the red sunset, and the love locks hanging all over the bridge.

In this situation, who doesn't feel a little commotion in his heart.

"Jiang Shunan."

"Ok?"

"I want to kiss you."

"Well," Jiang Shun'an stood on tiptoe and slowly approached, "Wei Jingrong, I want to kiss you too."

The lips met, and the setting sun happened to overlap the profiles of the two of them, casting a circle of reddish light and shadow.

'click'

Both a moment and an eternity.

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