You, teach me how to do things?

Shang Chuan decided to apologize to Xia Yuanling.

So I invited him to dinner, and I invited him to a very high-end French restaurant.

It wasn't that Shang Chuan was being polite, he had originally planned to bring the client, but the client temporarily canceled the cooperation, and he didn't want to waste this appointment, so he brought Xia Yuanling here.

But Xia Yuanling didn't know, he thought that Mr. Shang would at most take him to drink morning tea, put on a sweater, and stepped on canvas shoes.When I got out of the car and saw the store door, I was dumbfounded.

"what is this?"

"Finedinning"

What foreign fart?

I can't understand it at all!

Shang Chuan ordered the meal in advance, the two of them entered the hotel, and the waiter guided them to the reserved seats.The lighting of the entire restaurant is in cool tones, and the decoration is dark and windy.Fortunately, there is a whole floor-to-ceiling window, the night river view outside the window, the lights are like stars, bright and unusual.

Shang Chuan likes the night view. Compared with eating, his main purpose of coming today is to see this shining harbor.

The artificial lighting echoes the galaxy of the universe. For him, there is a unique aesthetic feeling of human beings competing with gods.

The appetizer is here, it is a few sliced ​​baguettes, served with a butter sauce.

"It's not that I said, eating this is not as good as the biscuits at the gate of my elementary school." Xia Yuanling took the baguette and dipped some butter sauce in disgust, "Why did you invite me to eat this?"

"The customer temporarily canceled the cooperation and did not want to waste the reserved position."

Not to mention such a moving night scene.

Xia Yuanling knew that Shang Chuan was not that kind, and he was here waiting to torment himself.

But fortunately, he had already prepared, knowing that Shangchuan’s treats to dinner would definitely not be his favorite food, so he prepared some secret weapons in advance.

In fact, it’s nothing, just a pack of hot peppers dipped in water.

Xia Yuanling bit down and tore open an opening, sprinkled some chili powder on it, and the bread tasted much more delicious.

Shang Chuan watched in shock as Xia Yuanling put the baguette covered in chili powder and butter into his mouth.

You know, this restaurant is not just the two of them.

The pungent chili smell scattered around, attracting the attention of other diners.

Shame!

Shang Chuan was really going to be pissed off by Xia Yuanling.

"Don't you feel ashamed?" Shang Chuan lowered his voice and asked Xia Yuanling.

Xia Yuanling didn't take it seriously: "What do you know, I call it the combination of Chinese and Western."

But Mr. Shang just wanted to push him into the river to feed the fish.

"Besides, the French don't feel ashamed if they don't cook well. I have nothing to be ashamed of."

This was followed by the first course, white asparagus panna cotta with caviar and extra virgin olive oil.

When the food was served, the waiter glanced at the dipping sauce in Xia Yuanling's hand, and said nothing, only leaving a mentally retarded look.

Shang Chuan turned his face away, deeply reflecting on why he brought Xia Yuanling to eat this.

He could no longer taste the taste, and now he just wanted to leave quickly.

Xia Yuanling freely cut open the panna cotta with a spoon and tasted it.

He was silent for a long time before he said: "If I don't become an actor, I will go to France to open a pancake and fruit shop."

The waiter next to him gave him a cold look, Xia Yuanling quickly changed his words: "Actually, I think French pizza and pasta are pretty good!"

Shang Chuan really couldn't hold back this time, and burst out laughing.

"What face are you talking about?"

"Spaghetti?"

"Which country do you think pizza and pasta are from?"

Xia Yuanling slapped his head, fuck, France and Italy are not the same place.

Shang Chuan drank a cup of Coke to suppress his shock. He originally thought that Xia Yuanling was a cultural island, but it turned out to be a cultural desert.

I went to a restaurant before, and the head chef would come over to introduce the dishes.Fortunately, the head chef didn't come this time, otherwise violence would have happened.

"Oh, Europe is integrated, it's almost the same."

"If you have the ability to go to the kitchen and tell the head chef about it, you can see that someone will give you a few mouths."

Xia Yuanling just shut up.

But fortunately, although the next few dishes were not to Xia Yuanling's liking, they were delicious.

Especially the last dessert, chocolate mille-feuille and pear stewed with cinnamon and red wine, Xia Yuanling finally admitted that the French still know how to cook.

After the meal, Shang Chuan went to pay. He took a special look at the bill, in case the chef or waiter added some mental damage fees temporarily.

After leaving the store and going downstairs, the two of them were in no hurry to go back.

Just finished eating and digesting food.

There is a wind blowing by the river, this season is not too cold, and it feels cool when it blows on the body.

Most of the pedestrians coming and going are in groups of two or three, laughing and laughing, which makes people feel fireworks.

Turning your head to look at the river, the light created by the mechanical civilization rises and falls on the water, like black glass and sparks, dancing the tango of stepping on each other.

Like food, the night view is like chaff to Xia Yuanling.

He is still relishing the chocolate mille-feuille: "The mille-feuille is delicious, but unfortunately the price is a bit expensive, Mr. Shang, do you think I melted the Dove chocolate and mixed it with cornflakes? Will it have the same effect? "?

Shang Chuan did not expect such a way to play.

"You are sick?"

"I call it economical." Xia Yuanling hopped up to catch up with Shang Chuan, "I don't think his dish is as spicy and delicious as mine."

Shang Chuan shook his head helplessly, and instead of following Xia Yuanling's words, he asked, "Can I make an apology? This matter is over, and you are not allowed to get bored in front of others in the future."

"understood."

Xia Yuanling didn't expect that he would act coquettishly and play cute for a while, and exchanged for a French meal.

Mr. Shang is quite a real person.

Not bad.

He chased after him and walked along the harbor with Shang Chuan.

Listening to the little song, the wind is blowing, and the smell in the wind is mixed with bombarded squid and cumin chicken chops.

Xia Yuanling complained that he was not full and said he was going to line up to buy food, but Shang Chuan patiently sat by the river and waited for him.

Shang Chuan's sudden invitation to dinner wasn't all for the sake of apologizing to him.Children, at a young age, you can say a few words by yourself.Calling Xia Yuanling to eat together was not so much for him, but for himself.

He is in a bad mood.

So I want to go out to eat and relax.

The beauty of food, invented by human beings, is the simplest way to become happy.

It's just that today's meal can be regarded as shocking, and I'm afraid that I will be blacklisted by that restaurant in the future.It's spicy with dipping water, and pizza is called French food, and I don't know what Xiaoxia is thinking about all day long.

He complained in his heart, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

Under the night, in front of the small cart hung with colorful lights, Xia Yuanling walked towards Shang Chuan under the warm lights with two big squids in one hand and a bag of fried chicken cutlets in the other.

Reciprocity.

"Please eat this."

Shang Chuan glanced at it in distaste, but thought it was better not to spoil Xia Yuanling's interest, so he took it.

The fingertips that went to get the bamboo stick touched Xia Yuanling's knuckles.

At that moment, warmth burst out.

Then it disappeared at a very fast speed.

But the so-called feelings, once born, there will be traces.

It's like stuffing tiny grains of sand into mussel meat.

After years and months, a bright and colorful bead will surely be spit out in the end.

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It's exciting! !