When the middle-aged man heard it, he was happy.

"Little girl, is there any difference between that?" the middle-aged man asked curiously.

"Yes, it's these dishes that go faster, and they take about half an hour to an hour. The waiter handed the menu to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man stared at the menu on the table for a full minute, and found that it was all some popular food. Although these can quickly satisfy hunger, they are not what middle-aged people want.

"No...... middle-aged man handed the menu to the waiter, "I don't want to eat any of these, slow down, how long will it take?"

"About two hours, huh?" said the waiter.

"Two hours?" The middle-aged man glanced at his phone, and after eating, it was about 10 o'clock in the evening, "Can I take a look at the menu?"

"There is no menu, but there are some instructions on the window. The waiter said, pointing to the windowsill.

"Explanation?" the middle-aged man looked in the direction of the waiter's finger, and sure enough, there was a blank piece of paper pasted on the window above the window.

He stood up from his seat and took a closer look at the words on it. Because there are two languages, French and English, it is not too difficult for middle-aged people to understand these.

"Chinese cuisine...... Two hours...... Can't order...... Interesting. The middle-aged man read all the five rules and whispered out the key points.

After Zheng Ke saw someone coming, he immediately walked to the window, "Sir, do you want to order?"

"Huaxia cuisine, you can't specify the dishes, right?" the middle-aged man asked Zheng Ke.

"That's right, that's the request. Zheng Ke bowed slightly.

"Is it delicious? Some of the Chinese chefs I know are of average level. The middle-aged man laughed.

Zheng Ke pointed to the notice and said, "I remember it was written that the price of the dishes is set by the customer, right?"

The middle-aged man nodded, "Yes—then I'll order a dish." Is that okay?"

"About an hour or so. Zheng Ke determined the time limit.

The dishes he cooked during the day were all eaten by the chef in the kitchen, and when the middle-aged man ordered, he could only cook one more.

"As long as the quality of the dishes is good, everything is fine. By the way, my requirements for the dishes are a bit high. ”

"Me too. Zheng Ke chuckled.

Returning to his stove, Absolon leaned in as well, "What's wrong?

"yes, the third customer of the day. Zheng Ke said truthfully.

The first two are Catherine and Aniele.

"By the way, do you know that person outside?" Zheng Ke asked softly.

Absolon glanced at it secretly and said, "I don't know, what's wrong?"

"No, I thought it was a Parisian gourmet?" Zheng Ke shrugged his shoulders as he began to clean the basket except for a few spinach plants.

"You're not going to focus on vegetables, are you?" said Absolon.

"No, there are other fillings – mainly chicken breast and pork. ”

Zheng Ke washed the tender spinach, blanched it in boiling water first, then washed the spinach in clean water, and then took out the chicken breast and fatty meat from the refrigerator, put them on the cutting board, and hammered them into minced meat.

The sound of a thump echoes in the kitchen and dining room, and because there are not many customers, it is particularly harsh.

The middle-aged man looked a little surprised, just wanted to stand up, and then thought about it, he didn't know anything about Huaxia cuisine, even if he went to see it, it was not interesting, so he picked up his mobile phone and played a game.

As soon as the game opened, a text message came, "When will you be back?"

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, hurriedly launched the game, and quickly replied to the text message.

"Just arrived in Paris and I'm having dinner right now. ”

"Where?" replied again.

"I don't know, a small restaurant, a few restaurants nearby don't have anything to eat. The middle-aged man replied.

"Where's this restaurant?" the man texted again.

"Wait a minute. ”

After sending the text message, the middle-aged man stood up, went to the kitchen window, took a picture of the notice, and sent it to the other party.

After about two or three minutes, the other party replied, "Interesting." ”

"Do you want to come here?" replied the middle-aged man.

"Nope. I still have something. ”

After receiving this reply, the middle-aged man stared for more than ten minutes, and found that the other party really did not mean to take a short breath, so he opened the game again.

However, the game is certainly interesting, but the hungry stomach reminds the middle-aged that it is time to eat. After waiting for about half an hour, the middle-aged man couldn't wait any longer, stood up, came to the window, and looked at the busy Zheng Ke.

The rich fragrance slowly escaped along the window and wafted into the middle-aged man's nose, and he sniffed it twice, but found that his stomach was even hungrier.

The middle-aged man frowned in agony, and after waiting at the window for a few minutes, he had to return to his seat.

This period of time is a period of war between hunger and reason, especially after nearly a day of journey, the middle-aged people have not been touched, and the feeling of hunger is becoming more and more obvious.

About half an hour later, Zheng Ke knocked on the window, and the waiter immediately leaned over and brought the dishes up.

The middle-aged man added his tongue and watched as the waiter placed the dishes on the table, chopsticks and a pair of knives and forks on either side of the plate.

"Take the knife and fork, I don't need it. ”

The middle-aged man stopped the waiter who was about to leave, but his eyes never took his eyes off the dishes on the table.

What enters the vision of the middle-aged person is a relatively large disc, the bottom is covered with emerald green spinach hearts, and above the spinach, there are green spinach rolls, and the rich sauce is poured on the spinach rolls, which looks fragrant and delicious.

At first glance, there is not much attraction about this dish, but middle-aged people know that the real charm of this dish should come from spinach rolls.

In a not-so-standard posture, he picked up chopsticks and gently picked up a spinach roll, but when he was in mid-air, the spinach roll broke out of the middle-aged man's control and fell on the plate.

The middle-aged man tried two or three more times, sweat broke out on his forehead, and finally put the spinach roll in his mouth.

At that moment, his body and mind seemed to float to the world called "food" with the fragrance of spinach rolls.

The delicate chicken breast and mellow fat meat are repeatedly chopped to become a delicate minced meat. The minced meats are well mixed, but sticky to each other. As the teeth were bitten, the minced meat spread out in all directions, and the deliciousness of the spices inside was like a big hand, gripping his taste buds tightly.

The middle-aged man clenched his teeth, picked up chopsticks, and grabbed a spinach roll, dipped it slightly on the white sauce, and put it in his mouth.

The peaceful spring breeze blew on his body, and all kinds of freshness and beauty gradually integrated into his body.

Delicious!

In the minds of middle-aged people, there is only one thought left.