Rupert, sloppiness doesn't make you a real artist, and if I were you, I'd definitely give this car a serious wash. ”

Fang Luo walked out of the car door, took a general look at the mixed Chinese and Western restaurant called "Loutai Jinyue", and nodded slightly, the environment here is very good, and the store decoration is also very distinctive.

My sister Xiao Yamei's restaurant is located on the banks of the Seine.

It's not far from the 11th arrondissement, and it attracts some French and Chinese who like Chinese cuisine, and they don't compete with their Chinatown counterparts for business; the restaurant is built in the style of a house in a small suburban town, with some Gothic characteristics and practicality, the exterior wall is pasted with pale green tiles, and a few fiery red plum trees are planted in front of the door, with red and green, water and wood, and the sound and color seem to jump directly into people's eyes. It's impossible to keep people looking.

"There seem to be a few customers. The little girl in the service dress is really a little hardworking, but why is she the only one working?"

"Well, I don't know much about this......" Rupert shrunk his neck, not daring to tell the truth at all.

In the two weeks after Xiao Yamei gave birth, it was he who took away the liquidity in the store, otherwise how could this restaurant, which had been in business for many years, fall to this. All these things he did were hidden from the old man at home, and yesterday he even patted his chest and said to him that everything was okay to visit, and he thought in his heart that Fang Luo didn't know French anyway, and it wasn't up to him to say anything.

"You don't know?"

Fang Luo glanced at him, didn't say anything, walked straight to Stephanie's side, and asked Wang Daixuan to translate on his behalf and said, "Hello Miss, are you the service staff here?" My name is Fang Luo, I am from Huaxia, and the boss here is my sister. ”

Stephanie looked at Fang Luo and Rupert and Wang Daixuan standing behind him, since this Huaxia man could come with Rupert, there should not be too many problems with his identity.

But who knows? Rupert always has a lot of ghost ideas, God knows if this Chinese young man is with him, and what tricks are he going to play?

Therefore, Stephanie was not very enthusiastic, greeted Fang Luo and Wang Daixuan, and ran to the side to wipe the service desk, not treating him much.

"Miss Stephanie, can you tell me why you're the only one working at this shop, and why haven't you had any customers yet?"

Fang Luo was stunned for a moment, thinking that the French girl was very enthusiastic, and everything he had seen before was like this. Why is this girl ignoring her love now? But he didn't give up, but still walked over and asked in detail through Wang Daixuan's translator.

"This young Chinese man seemed very polite, and Rupert became very nervous when he asked me, it seemed that they were not in the same group. ”

Rupert was so nervous at this time, he was almost in a cold sweat.

The heart said, "Oh my God, this one next to Fang is really his assistant, and he also speaks French." There's no problem communicating with her at all.

When it was over, Rupert felt like he was in trouble.

Stephanie looked at Fang Luo carefully, thought a little in her heart, and somewhat believed the words of the person in front of her: "Mr. Fang, the chefs in the store are all gone, and the workers are also gone, and now I am left alone." And also...... We don't even have the money to buy ingredients. ”

"How is this happening, and where is the money?"

"The last money was taken by Mr. Rupert yesterday......" Stephanie glanced at Rupert not far away, she was very nervous, but because of her love for the "Golden Moon on the Tower", she still mustered up the courage to testify against Rupert.

"Rupert, my dear brother-in-law, is this what you just said is all right?"

Fang Luo sneered and grabbed Rupert, who had just wanted to grease the soles of his feet, and gave him experience the store like carrying a chicken.

In front of Stephanie, Fang Luo didn't give him any face. Although she didn't speak French and spoke in words, Stephanie could see what Fang Luo was trying to do.

Rupert's little scheming was not enough in front of Fang Luo.

"I'm on the wrong side, it's all my fault...... You know, it's the damn gamblers who coerce me, and if I don't go, I'm going to be pestered and even beaten by them, and I won't even be able to create with peace of mind. 1. You have to believe that I am a real artist, and now I just lack a little luck......" Rupert once again felt the power of his brother-in-law.

In front of Fang Luo, he looked tall and strong, and he had no room for resistance at all.

"Artists, are you just talking about the *** women?"

As soon as I think of Rupert's work. Fang Luo just wanted to laugh a little.

This guy completely embodies the strong strength of a realistic painter in a woman, but it's a pity that his impressionist works can't be seen at all, just like an idiot's dream, which is not reliable at all.

"Fang, I will mend my ways, please trust me. ”

"Rehabilitation? That sounds great, so let's start with the basics, help Miss Stephanie clean up!"

Fang Luo unceremoniously threw him on the ground, took the mop from Stephanie's hand and stuffed it into his hand.

"Fang, you let a future master mop the floor. You're committing a crime!" Rupert straightened up, feeling that he should defend his image in front of Stephanie, the little beauty.

"Are you still shy?" Fang Luo glared.

"No, no...... In fact, art comes from life, and I am experiencing life...... Stephanie, don't laugh at your boss. Rupert began his experience in such a pitiful way, not to mention, this girl is very talented, and the mopping ground is realistic enough, so clean that even flies can't bear to fall on it.

"Hey, Stephanie, why is the store so deserted today?"

An old man with a red beard who pushed the door in saved Rupert, and when he walked in, Rupert put down his mop as if he had seen a savior: "Hello, Mr. Morris, it's been three months since you last came to the door, right?"

"Hehe, yes...... "The old man with the red beard said with a smile, "I promised your wife last time I wanted to help her promote your restaurant." You see, I've brought all the most beautiful hostesses and photographers in Paris, and I'm here today for an interview. But you have to come up with the best food, and you know I never make any false claims for anyone. ”

"Oh God...... Mr. Fang, Mr. Morris is here, what can I do now?"

Seeing this old man, Stephanie looked a little nervous.

"Who is he?"

Fang Luo saw the blonde woman who was following the red-bearded old man into the store and the French man carrying the camera, and vaguely guessed a few points, and said in his heart that it would not be such a coincidence.

"He's a Parisian food channel, and he's a very famous foodie. ”

Stephanie quickly explained to Fang Luo.

It turns out that this guy is a gourmand who loves Chinese cuisine, and it is said that he is very prestigious in most of Europe, and he has become a good friend because he likes Xiao Yamei's family dish: "carp baked noodles".

A few months ago, this old man promised Xiao Yamei to do an interview for "Loutai Golden Moon", but he didn't want to delay coming until now, and it was very inappropriate.

This old man is notoriously serious, and if he can't eat something that satisfies him today, "Loutai Golden Moon" will not only lose the opportunity for this publicity, but may also end up with negative publicity, which will be put on TV as a typical failure.

Foreigners are very fond of tricks, and it doesn't matter if you're a friend or not.

"I see. Fang Luo smiled slightly: "Then is there anything else we can eat in our store now?"

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