The hand-in-hand demonstration of how to bake and how to shabu is almost the same, Jiang Zimu shook his head forbearantly, and was busy greeting the other guests.

Within two minutes, the goddess who could speak well was connected to a table of Chinese compatriots.

When the fellow saw the fellow, his eyes were full of tears. When the gluttony sees the glutton, his saliva is like waves.

There is a big brother at the table, and Jiang Zimu is a foodie from the same country.

As soon as they chatted about eating, the two of them went from pork belly to snowflake beef, from lard mixed noodles to steamed pork ribs, from "charcoal grilled everything" to "pig body is a treasure", sprinkled and hit it off. The magic stroke at the end of the topic is the pig's large intestine.

In this hot pot restaurant, the ingredients are all purchased early in the morning. Because of the large amount of meat purchased, many times, the seller will take some pigs into the water as a gift, which can be regarded as a reward.

Although these things will not be placed outside for diners to eat, they can be cooked well in private and opened a small stove for restaurant staff.

How could it be so coincidental, as soon as Jiang Zimu arrived at the back kitchen just now, he caught a glimpse of a large string of sewers; how could it be so coincidental that he met a fellow Chinese countryman who was on the right path this time; how could it be so coincidental, this big brother still loves fat sausages as much as Jiang Zimu.

Seeing that there were no new customers, Jiang Zimu was busy, carrying saliva, specially touched the back kitchen, asked someone for a small piece of pig intestines, cleaned it, and roasted it through the big brother's pot, ready to add some heat to his stomach.

Eating and chatting, the happy Hara didn't have long before she heard the little girl in the restaurant howl at Mei with a crying voice.

The cause of the incident was littering.

Although Jiang Zimu had already made his words clear before, it was obvious that the truth could only restrain the reasonable.

Mei not only didn't take Jiang Zimu's words seriously, but also muttered and laughed at the men who came with her behind her back for a long time, one by one "poor country", and one by one "little family".

While eating, while throwing, while scolding, while laughing.

Repeated teachings, no remorse.

After a while, there were already shrimp shells, fish bones, melon peel and fruit pits at the foot of the table.

And these, not the most anxious girl, not only threw the garbage on the ground, but also deliberately pulled a lot of intact and fresh ingredients to the ground, relying on the infinite time to help herself, wanton waste.

Soon, the little sister who happened to pass by the restaurant couldn't stand it anymore, so she came over to tidy it up, and kindly reminded Mei not to maliciously spoil the food. In view of the fact that the language is not up to par, the little sister speaks indigenous language, gesturing with her hands, her voice is not loud, and her body movements are really eye-catching.

Mei said "I'm sorry" in her mouth, but as soon as the little sister left, she continued to do her own thing, and shamelessly showed off to her companions.

"What are you afraid of. This is Asia. ”

"No matter what we do, they're just going to complain. I shouted Sao Rui, these countrymen, you have to look at it right away!"

Mei Yangyang was complacent, secretly looked at the little sister a few times, and then looked at the fruit on the table, and didn't hold back her fart.

When the little sister saw the ground that had just been cleaned, and threw some kitchen scraps in twos and threes, she was on fire in her heart, and ran towards Mei's table again.

As soon as the person stood still, before he could speak, he saw Mei's body tilted, her head lowered, and she just spit out the red dragon fruit and watermelon that were chewed in her mouth.

The purple red and red juice are natural dyes, and as soon as they get on the shoes of the little girl in the restaurant, they immediately dye a pair of brand-new white cloth shoes with meat and vegetables.

"You...... Why are you so bullying?"

The little sister took a few steps back and shouted with a crying voice.

At this time, Jiang Zimu was chewing a strong and mellow fat sausage, and he was full of oil and flowers to discuss with a few fellow villagers about the in-laws and subordinates of Lao Guo rice noodles and cross-bridge rice noodles. Hearing this roar full of grievances, Jiang Zimu subconsciously stood up immediately, put his chopsticks aside, took a step on his long legs, and stepped over in three or five steps.

"Di, what's wrong?"

Seeing the little sister standing at Mei's table, Jiang Zimu was a little bit of a count in his heart.

Di turned around to look at Jiang Zimu, her nose was sour, and she bowed her head aggrievedly, "Mu, shoes...... Shoes ......"

"It's raining today, and I didn't bother to wear ...... on the way to the restaurant."

"I just changed it, and I ...... It became so. ”

Jiang Zimu reached out and patted Di's shoulder, pinched her waist with her other hand, and gave Mei a direct look.

"You're you again?"

Although I couldn't understand the conversation between Jiang Zimu and Di just now, just looking at their exchange of eyes, Mei also knew that this was the younger sister looking for the eldest sister to complain.

Mei got up slowly, looked around expressionlessly, and after seeing several tables of guests saluting her, she answered perfunctorily in English, "I'm sorry." ”

"Didn't I get you a trash can before?"

"Have you never used it in your life and need someone to teach you?" or are you too familiar with the trash can to be used for it?"

“what the......”

Mei was choked by Jiang Zimu's words, provocatively put her cheeks on her cheeks, hugged her arms, and was sure that the little native in front of her didn't understand Chinese at all, so she simply turned to China, first to put on this dirty hat for the Chinese, and then again, it could be regarded as ignoring Jiang Zimu and indirectly humiliating her.

"I'm from China. ”

"I don't know if it can't be like this!"

The sandwich Chinese with an obvious local accent, coupled with a loud voice like a quarrel, made the big brother of Huaguo, who enjoyed the roasted sausage alone at the back table, very unhappy.

"Huaguo is here? Huaguo is big, where are you in Huaguo?"

Mei hesitated to throw an insignificant look at the big-waisted buddy, shrugged her shoulders, changed back to English, raised her voice, slowed down her speech, and brought her own megaphone.

"I'm from Huaguo. ”

"That's how we travel. ”

"Even if we are not in Laos, we are doing it in all corners of the world. I don't think there's anything wrong with my behavior. ”

After this voice, the blonde and blue-eyed foreigners in the restaurant couldn't even think about it.

"This is already the second time you've littered. ”

"Even if I didn't know it the first time, didn't I tell you to use the trash can just now?"

Mei stroked her hair, unusually calm and shameless.

"Don't you know how powerful habit is?"

Jiang Zimu pursed his lips, and snorted coldly in his heart, you skinless and faceless banana man! If I don't teach you to be a man today, the old lady's New Year's stock will be locked up for 365 days!

Without waiting for Jiang Zimu to pick up, Brother Hua Guo had already rushed to the front, slapped the table, and stood up to speak.

"Eh, eh. ”

"I said, girl, are you really from China? You alone can represent our entire country?"

"Is this the way to travel?"

"Lao Tzu travels from south to north, floating outside for ten months a year, why do I never do this when I go out? Also, why are the compatriots I see outside not rare goods like you?"

Mei tilted her head, ignoring her companion's gaze. Rolled his eyes and pushed back in Mandarin.

"You're often abroad, so you've seen few Chinese compatriots. ”

"If you think what I just did was wrong, it can only be said that you have been assimilated by foreigners you are more familiar with. It's not good to forget your roots so much. ”

"You're still getting too energetic? Hey, my little grumpy......"

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