v2 Chapter 306： 1 cry

The momentum of Shen Yao changed suddenly.

He is Chen Xiuxiu's boyfriend and Chen Xiuxiu's senior. He knew Chen Xiuxiu before he started to lose weight, and is planning to go home to see Chen Duxiu on National Day and Chen Xiuxiu this year.

Of course, this is just his own preparation. Chen Xiuxiu doesn't know about it yet.

As for why she fell in love with Chen Xiuxiu after she lost weight ...

There is a saying that starts with beauty, is talented, and is loyal to character.

First of all, it starts with the face value. Without the face value, the talent and character are false. Chen Xiuxiu, who looks thin, looks pretty.

If all goes well, they will get engaged when Chen Xiuxiu graduates from university. After a few years of work and stability, both parties will have a certain financial foundation before getting married. Then there are one or two lovely children. When the children grow up, he will You can smoothly enter the middle-aged crisis while losing your hair.

There may be ups and downs in their relationship, and there may be crisis.

But he didn't expect the crisis to come so quickly, so suddenly.

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Jiang Feng sneezed in the kitchen.

"It was cold last night?" Wu Minqi asked with concern.

"No." Jiang Feng rubbed his nose and washed his hands. "Maybe it's just itchy nose."

"Feng Feng, Xiao Qian just said that Mr. Xu has arrived." Sang Ming did not know why she was always at the window.

Jiang Feng immediately stopped sneezing and began to concentrate on preparing vegetables.

Xu Cheng ordered 12 dishes.

Li Hongzhang chopsticks with Jiang Feng, chopped fish head, chicken with pickled vegetables and pickled dumplings, Wu Minqi's chrysanthemum fish, ants on the tree and pure meat, Shouguang Zhang's French sauce spinach pile, French rosemary grilled lamb chops, French Red wine baked with lamb and strawberry cucumber.

After Zhang Guanghang came to Taifeng Tower, the way of cooking was completely deviated. All the menus with French characters are basically authentic Lu cuisine methods. French sauce spinach pile is spinach pile topped with sauce, French rosemary grilled lamb chop removes the French word. Diners can't guess this is French cuisine. French red wine lamb is white wine stewed lamb with red potatoes.

Among his 4 dishes, strawberry cucumber, which is least like French cuisine, is authentic French cuisine.

Xu Cheng's order this time is very strange. Jiang Feng's most popular yam and eight treasure porridge are not ordered. Wu Minqi's specialty mapo tofu, poached fish and boiled beef are not ordered. There is no order for this most tested dish of chefs, let alone Zhang Guanghang, and no Lu dish.

Why did he order this? Jiang Feng couldn't guess, and Xu Cheng's assistant couldn't guess.

"Mr. Xu, why didn't you order the dishes today?" The assistant and the waiter at Taifeng Building checked the menu so that they could prepare the dishes.

"Those dishes are tired, change the taste." Xu Chengdao.

assistant Manager:? ? ?

"You call and ask Korean where they are." Xu Chengdao.

The assistant took out his mobile phone and prepared to go out to make a call. Han Guishan brought his wife and children through the door, and he pushed in.

"You're here, you'll be served again." Xu Chengdao calmly drank tea. "The menu is there. If you want to add it, add it."

"Mr. Han, they are all employees of Zhiwei. This is Professor Ye Shi of Kyoto University, who is our special guest commentator." Xu Cheng's assistant introduced Han Guishan to them, and also introduced them to Han Guishan. "This is The founder of Good Taste, President Han Guishan, and the Good Taste Cooking Competition were founded by Mr. Hand. This is his wife, Wang Jing, and this is his son, Han Youxin. President Han just arrived in Peiping yesterday, and today the interview was good. The top four players, so President Xu invited their family to eat together. "

Han Guishan instantly understood that everyone was here to eat rice.

Anyway, it was Xu Cheng who wrote the last manuscript, and everyone was responsible for eating.

After some courtesy, Han Guishan sat down and started playing tablet as happily as every new diner.

Han Youxin knew Xu Cheng, trot to Xu Cheng, and pretended to be well-behaved: "Uncle Xu, can I eat Peking duck?"

Han Youxin also missed the Peiping roast duck he wanted to eat.

"There is no Peking duck here." Xu Cheng said with a smile.

Han Youxin: T ^ T

Han Guishan first looked at Xu Cheng's dishes, and threw his thighs with excitement: "Old Xu, you still know me, and really ordered pickled dumplings!"

Han Youxin :? ? ?

∑ (° Д °)

Before Han Youxin had time to change his face, the two waiters came in with dishes.

"Pickled dumplings, please use slowly."

"Li Hongzhang, please use slowly."

Xu Cheng ordered two pickled dumplings, and Li Hongzhang's chowder was sandwiched between the two pickled dumplings, just like green leaves lined with safflowers.

One ultimate luxury, one ultimate simplicity.

Pickles are scattered on a yellow corn surface, and a delicate bowl is filled with rich ingredients blooming like flowers.

Han Youxin, his under-ten-year-old little brain knows how to choose.

Han Youxin shot.

Han Youxin felt that he had a great advantage.

Han Youxin picked up chopsticks.

Han Youxin found that he couldn't reach Li Hongzhang's chowder.

Han Guishan put pickled dumplings in Han Youxin's bowl.

Han Youxin played gg.

KO.

"I haven't eaten pickled dumplings for a long time, I want to die of it, that's the taste! Wife, would you like to have one?"

Wang Jing glanced at him and silently clipped Han Youxin with a quail egg placed on the top in a chowder of Li Hongzhang.

Han Youxin took a bite of pickled dumplings and saw Wang Jing clip a quail egg to himself.

Sure enough, he still loves him.

Han Youxin ate the loved quail egg.

He really cried.

"Woo ... wow ... I don't want to eat pickled dumplings." Han Youxin left tears of sadness and felt better in his heart.

Han Guishan :? ? ?

Wang Jing :? ? ?

The rest :? ? ?

Shen Yao can only lament in his heart silently that the things between the giants are really not as flat as they can imagine. Han Youxin seems to be a proud man with a golden spoon. He did not expect to suffer such an inhumanity in his back. The treatment of the billionaire's son was so miserable that he could only eat pickled dumplings.

Behind the pickled dumplings, is it the destruction of human nature or the decline of morals ...

Heck, he forgot that he is now a photographer assistant, not a text editor.

"Do you make pickled dumplings at home?" Xu Cheng was also wept by Han Youxin.

"No, my kid hasn't eaten pickled dumplings since the health cooking restaurant closed. He's not as fat as he was yesterday. His mother took him to eat sashimi yesterday, and I didn't abuse him." Han Guishan was also somewhat incomprehensible.

"It may be a bad temper." Wang Jing clipped quail eggs with chopsticks and squid with chopsticks for Han Guishan. "Eat the food, leave him alone, he will be better in a while."

"Xiu Xiu, I'll give you some food." Shen Yao was attentive.

"Editor Jiang, eat pork belly, I have eaten this Li Hongzhang chowder, pork belly is the most delicious."

"Mr. Xu, eating pork belly, this pork belly is the most delicious."

"You eat too, Professor Ye. The other dishes will be served right away. Try this first." Xu Cheng laughed.

Wang Jing laid quail eggs in one bite.

Han Guishan took a bite of squid.

Editor Jiang clamped a piece of pork belly.

Chen Xiuxiu picked up the magnolia piece that Shen Yao had just given and put it in her mouth.

Shen Yao also tasted a magnolia slice.

Xu Cheng stretched his chopsticks towards the sea cucumber.

Deputy Editor Wang ...

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There was a cry in the box.

Chen Xiuxiu looked at everyone with a grim expression ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Why all of a sudden I cried?

Xu Cheng was more restrained in crying. He didn't really want to cry, but as long as he remembered that Gu Li's manuscript had to be rewritten, there were three other manuscripts about to be written.

Chief Editor Jiang cried most sadly, and when everyone's cry stopped, Chief Editor was still crying silently.

The waiters were choked when they came in with the dishes.

"Hello ... Hello, please use chili fish head slowly."

"Please use chicken slowly."

"Please use Chrysanthemum fish slowly."

"Please slow down the French rosemary grilled lamb chops."

Wang Jing wiped her tears with a napkin and laughed: "This dish is really strange. I remember some annoyances after eating it, but I feel better after crying."

"Yeah." Deputy Editor-in-Chief Wang echoed, "It's strange, I don't know what has been added, but it still has this effect."

"I ate noodles made by an old lady at a noodle stall over Hangzhou many years ago. After eating, I think of my loved ones. Many guests are like this. I heard that the old lady's daughter was lost. Now, her daughter likes noodles most, so the mother-in-law has a noodle stall where her daughter was lost, hoping that her daughter will find it. "Ye Shidao.

"A good chef can pour his feelings into the dish for the diners to eat, but this is the first time I have such a crying feeling." Xu Cheng reluctantly said, "It is really unbearable."

Chen Xiuxiu listened to their chat a little confused.

Are we really eating the same dish?

Why don't I want to cry at all?

Chen Xiuxiu clipped another piece of chopsticks with magnolia.

Entrance.

Salt, cooking wine, ginger, and wine.

Adding more wine.

Jiang Feng did.

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