The food is not really cooked, it is called an authentic one, and Fang Zheng himself has not eaten such an authentic specialty for a long time. John introduced all the dishes on the table, including meat, in different languages.

When Fang Zheng first entered the small courtyard, he had already learned from the waiter's mouth. Fortunately, this is also a restaurant made in the form of a farmhouse, and those expensive seafood, rare dishes or something, should not be able to be made by hand. Otherwise, Fang Zheng would not have been surprised to death.

This can be regarded as making Fang Zheng's heart feel a little more comfortable, and he didn't feel that John was too hand-eyed. However, it is not an exaggeration to use the word "hands and eyes to the sky" to describe John, you want to be in such a city, as a foreigner can get such a good place, Fang Zheng is even a little skeptical, with Manzhu Sahua, an international company that makes perfume brands, really has the idea of entering the domestic catering industry, or this kind of design concept of profitability is lower than expenditure.

Because his position is too low, he can't get in touch with the ideas of the upper echelons, but Fang Zheng thinks that the board of directors of Manju Sawa should not invest money in such a deep pit. As John continued to persuade him to drink, Fang Zheng began to show signs of drunkenness, and he stopped thinking about these questions that he did not know the answers to.

Wine is good wine, and food is good food.

At the end of the dinner table, except for John, who was able to sit and talk, the rest of them collapsed, clutching their heads to prevent the numbing fainting in their minds from collapsing.

"No! I really can't drink anymore!" Seeing that John was still adding wine to his small porcelain bowl, Fang Zheng waved his hand in a drunken and refused.

"It's okay. Let's drink some more, I have a place to rest here, and you don't need to go back today, just let me arrange it. Ignoring Fangzheng's persuasion, John filled the bowl with white wine, picked up his own bowl and persuaded Fangzheng to pick up the wine bowl again.

With the strength of the wine, he didn't care about the relationship between his superiors and subordinates, and scolded with a smile: "John, you stinky boy is going to pour me to death! It's okay to drink, but you have to answer me a question before drinking!"

Fang Zheng staggered to his feet with his wine bowl, and he felt a whirlwind of the world, and finally found John's location, and most of the wine bowl was scattered before it could touch John's.

John smiled and asked, "Ask whatever you want, I'm curious about you." After answering your question, in exchange, will you answer me a question as well?"

At this time, Fang Zheng was still able to think about the meaning of John's sentence normally, raised his hand and waved it around, and shouted at John: "Okay! No problem, I will answer you whatever you want! Come! Fill it for me!"

Fang Zheng didn't notice the look on John's face at this moment, the blood red in his dark blue eyes was so bright and moving!

"Then I'll just ask first, do you honestly, is everything here a decision of the board of directors of Manju Sawa headquarters? Fang Zheng stammered the question with the big tongue in his mouth, and gasped for breath as if he was going to fall down in the next moment.

"No, I paid for it privately. It has nothing to do with Manju Sahua!" replied John.

Got this answer, Fang Zheng smiled and pointed at John, pointing and pointing at Fang Zheng can no longer support it, he is indeed drunk, his body feels soft, like a puddle of mud poured on the stone table full of water and rice, the porcelain tableware collided non-stop, several of them were pushed to the ground, only after listening to a few crackling sounds, Fang Zheng didn't know anything.

John stood there, looking at Fang Zheng who had fallen on the stone table with some disappointment, not knowing what was going on in his mind. After a long time, John picked up the undrunk wine in his bowl and looked at it and said, "I didn't take advantage of the opportunity, this white wine is really stronger than red wine, I made a mistake." But it doesn't matter, there will still be a chance in the future!"

After taking another deep look at Fang Zheng, John put down the wine bowl and walked out. During this period, John didn't even look at Qi Weijun with a superfluous glance. It seems that the previous friendliness and courtesy were all pretended by him.

Fang Zheng felt that he had slept for a long time, and the moment he woke up, although his scalp was still a little numb, his consciousness had returned to normal, he rubbed his scalp and sat up from the soft and comfortable bed, Fang Zheng found that the place where he lived seemed to be still in the courtyard of John's restaurant.

It's just that the room is no longer the kind of living room layout for people to gossip and chat, but the room with a big wooden bed in ancient times, in front of the bed is a tablecloth covered with red gorgeous patterns, and the top of the tablecloth just happened to see the teapot and a few tea bowls, and felt that the throat was about to smoke, Fang Zheng hurriedly ran to the wooden table without wearing shoes, and reached out to shake the teapot.

The sound of the swaying water in the teapot made Fang Zheng overjoyed, and he hurriedly poured himself a glass of water in the teacup, and didn't pay attention to whether the tea was hot, so he handed the teacup to his mouth, and as a result, his tongue and mouth were not clear, and he jumped on the ground again and again to relieve his pain.

It seemed that after a century of waiting, Fang Zheng drank enough water as he wished, and his throat felt more comfortable at this time. Fang Zheng revisited the room, which was completely built according to the design of the ancient times.

However, there is one thing that John still does quite well, the wooden bed is not a simple mattress, but a very soft goose feather mattress, this process is a modern product at a glance, and it is the only evidence that can prove that this is not ancient.

The clothes on my body are still the ones I wore when I came, and they were not changed because I was drunk. His body was now full of alcohol, and Fang Zheng himself was uncomfortable with the smoke, and he was about to say hello to John and go home to take a shower and change into clean clothes.

But as soon as Fang Zheng wanted to get up, he immediately chuckled in his heart, and secretly scolded himself for being confused, he had slept with John for so long, what kind of situation was Qi Weijun now, before he was drunk, Qi Weijun had already fallen, John should not do anything out of the ordinary to Qi Weijun!

Worried that Fang Zheng hurriedly rushed out of the wooden door, outside the door was indeed a quiet courtyard, in this noisy and lively city, Fang Zheng did not hear those whistles roaring.

Walk out of the small courtyard where you live, square eyes look everywhere, the pattern here is basically the same, from the outside you don't know which yard is used for eating, which yard is used for people to live!

Where can I find Qi Weijun!