Brilliant Michelin Reborn

"Hiss~~~ How long will it be?"

The carriage was walking slowly on the country road, the axles creaked, and the wheels rolled over fine stones and gravel.

The green and yellow unknown weeds on the roadside are connected to the wheat stalks that have been harvested, and the unobstructed large golden area extends to the flat mountain in the distance.The old European castle stands among the flaming dense forest. It is strong, vicissitudes, and still maintains its mystery and charm in the modern time.

Beautiful scenery, blue sky, fields, carriages.

All the pleasant scenery, but someone has no desire to enjoy it.

"almost."

Wei Jingrong pointed to a red-roofed hut in the distance: "That's my teacher's residence."

"Zin, living in such a desolate place, I really know how to enjoy it."

You enjoy it, and I can only be tossed in vain.Unlucky reminder, I knew I would not come.

Jiang Shunan sighed in his heart, his eyes were downcast, and he was paralyzed on the carriage as if he was being tortured, with nothing to love in his life.

Wei Jingrong patted the boy on the shoulder: "Parking."

"arrive?"

However, no, the carriage was still far away from the destination.

Wei Jingrong said something to the boy, and then looked at Jiang Shun'an: "Get out of the car, let's walk over."

"Oh."

As soon as he responded, Wei Jingrong directly picked up Jiang Shun'an and got off the carriage calmly.

Jiang Shunan panicked, and wanted to explain immediately, but he didn't say a word for a long time.

The guy who picked them up took a look, turned around, waved the whip in his hand, and drove the carriage away slowly.

Jiang Shunan slowed down: "When you hug me, can you say something first?"

"Are you scared?" Wei Jingrong said, "I don't think he said anything."

"It's not that I'm afraid," Jiang Shunan explained, "I'm a big man with arms and legs. It's not good to be carried off the carriage by you and seen by your teacher's people..."

It is a lie to say that you are not afraid.

Foreign countries may not take the matter of two men hugging each other so seriously, but in Jiang Shunan's heart, he will feel uncomfortable.

Gossip does not distinguish between people and borders.

He didn't care, but Wei Jingrong was different.

He didn't want to have any negative impact on Wei Jingrong because of this.

"It's okay, the old man won't mind."

Wei Jingrong lowered his head and smiled, and put Jiang Shunan into his arms: "Don't think about it, I know what you are worried about, and I will pay attention next time."

"That's not what I meant either," Jiang Shunan sighed, hugging Wei Jingrong's waist, "I just don't want the public..."

"Hehe, just one person."

Jiang Shunan frowned: "There are still two horses."

Wei Jingrong was speechless, and pinched the corner of his mouth: "Do they understand?"

"Why don't you understand? What if they are also a couple?"

"You know they are both male?"

"I don't know," Jiang Shunan thought for a while, then turned to look at Wei Jingrong, "Don't interrupt, let's get down to business."

"Okay, listen to you."

Wei Jingrong patted him on the back twice, then passed his hand in front of Jiang Shun'an: "Let's go, don't make people wait too long."

Jiang Shunan nodded, holding Wei Jingrong's hand, fingers intertwined.

"Welcome! I have been waiting for you for a long time!"

Jiang Shunan looked at the person in front of him in surprise: "Mr. Bruce, why did you...?"

Mr. Bruce turned his small eyes, and laughed heartily: "Hehe, I was also invited. Come on, this one, you guys put on."

Taking the rain boots from Mr. Bruce, Wei Jingrong helped Jiang Shun'an to change them first, and then put them on himself.

"Has Mr. Bruce been waiting long?"

"kindness."

Mr. Bruce nodded seriously: "It's been a long time, I've been waiting since last night."

Stayed here for one night with him.

Behind the house, a burly elderly man with his cuffs tucked up, wearing heavy mud gray rain boots and plastic gloves on his hands, frowned and looked at them harshly.

Wei Jingrong stepped forward a few steps: "Chef Spencer."

But Mr. Spencer didn't say anything, bent over and rolled up his trousers, walked straight past the door, and entered the woods beside him.

Wei Jingrong followed closely behind, never falling behind.

Mr. Bruce pouted, shook his head back and forth, a little displeased: "SoBoring."

"Mr. Bruce doesn't like this?" Jiang Shunan asked.

"I'm not saying it's boring here, but he's too boring."

Mr. Bruce held Jiang Shunan's arm, and the two walked while chatting.

"That old guy is too serious, there is no other expression on that face, as if everyone owes him money."

"I think so."

In this regard, Wei Jingrong is the same as his teacher.

Of course, referring to before that.

"I heard Mr. Wei called him teacher 'chef' just now. Does that mean chef?"

"Yes," said Mr. Bruce, "Spencer prefers being called 'chef' to anything else. That's why I say he's a boring guy, even with sixteen stars."

sixteen? !

"He... is he really that powerful?"

"Of course," Mr. Bruce said proudly, as if introducing his own honor, "Sixteen stars, I remember it very clearly. It's really a character that people love and hate at the same time."

It's both annoying and scary.

The students taught by this kind of person, plus Wei Jingrong's desperate personality...

Think Wei Jingrong's four hard-earned stars, and look at Chef Spencer.

Hey... I can only use 'ginger is still spicy' to describe it.

Passing through the woods, the whole picture of the farm was completely presented in front of Jiang Shunan's eyes.

The farm is large, but it is different from the farmland on the side of the road when we came.

The fields on the farm are cut into regular squares, each about a few hundred square meters, surrounded by a circle of isolated barbed wire.The gaps on both sides of the ridge are filled with tall and dense fruit trees, so that no land is wasted.

There are small wooden signs written in French in the middle of the field or on both sides, and drip nozzles and long black canopies can be seen everywhere.

Jiang Shunan has no experience in farming, and he doesn't know what is being planted in the field.Looking at the greenery in the past, I only know that it is a vegetable and can be eaten, that's all.

Of course, he still knows such dominant crops as corn, broccoli, and pumpkin.

"How long has Chef Spencer been running the farm?"

"Operation?"

Mr. Bruce held Jiang Shunan's hand, and stepped over a ridge awkwardly: "Mr Jiang, your use of this word is not accurate."

Jiang Shunan asked: "Isn't this farm owned by Chef Spencer?"

"No no no," Mr. Bruce said, "I mean, his farm is not open to the public, and all the crops on it are only for his own restaurant."

"You mean, the ingredients in his restaurant are not bought, but grown by himself?"

"Sure," Mr. Bruce bent down and squatted, and patted the round pumpkins in the field, "We can grow any vegetables in any season, and the restaurant's menu also changes every season, following the natural taste."

Jiang Shunan looked at the field, only to notice that there were some traces of picking on the edge of each piece of farmland.

The traces are also very neat, and it seems that the range of each picking is fixed, which is quite planned.

"Isn't this too troublesome?" Jiang Shunan asked, "Isn't it more convenient to go directly to the market to buy?"

"Hehe, do you think so?"

Mr. Bruce smiled, and when he passed a bush, he picked a few crimson lingonberries: "Try it, and you'll understand."

Jiang Shunan hesitated, took the lingonberries, and put one in his mouth.

This is the first time he has seen such a dark red fruit.Whether it is Blue Bank or Starmissing, there are no dishes based on this ingredient.

He was still curious about the taste.

"Hmm~~~ so sweet!!!"

The crimson fruit is no bigger than a little finger, but the moment the mouth is bitten open, the sweet and rich juice overflows the mouth, penetrates into every corner of the mouth, and lasts for a long time.

Mr. Bruce also ate a few, and closed his eyes in enjoyment: "Outside, you can't taste this wonderful taste."

"absolute."

Jiang Shunan highly agreed, and his sinful hands reached out to the fruit-laden bushes.

"Ah! What!"

Suddenly something flashed among the bushes, as fast as lightning, and disappeared with a 'whoosh'.

The branches of the shrubs were still trembling, just like Jiang Shunan who was frightened.

"What's happening!"

Mr. Bruce was not frightened by that thing, but by Jiang Shunan.

"what happened to you?"

"There was something just now, and it disappeared with a 'swoosh'."

"Oh, that's just a squirrel."

Mr. Bruce was eating lingonberries, and suddenly there was a little pity in his kind eyes: "Mr Jiang, do you know? The sound you called just now is really like my little granddaughter who just lost her teeth."

"..."

What kind of analogy is this!

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