(Chapter 4)

The shock in old Henry's heart could not be described in words, he could hardly believe that such a genius man in this world could paint such two pictures in such a short time.

Compared with this "Zhong Kui Ghost Hunting", the old Henry was actually more shocked by that oil painting. Not to mention this oil painting, Tang Yan can be silent after looking at it once, just these twenty minutes to get a complex composition of an oil painting, it is already so shocking that even the jaw is about to fall to the ground.

Tang Yan, on the other hand, had already begun to disperse the crowd like a chicken, and instructed the waiter to restore the tableware on the table for him. The time to serve the food has arrived, and Tang Yan is in a hurry to eat.

But he created such a big scene, how could those people disperse easily, even those who didn't know how to paint knew that completing such two paintings in just half an hour was not something that normal people could do. Taking 10,000 steps back, it would be fine if this kid painted two oil paintings of very different styles at the same time, but one was an oil painting and the other was an ink painting of the Republic, which were completely two different techniques, and it was absolutely inhuman to turn around freely in such a short period of time.

Old Henry was eager to look for the flaws in these two paintings, but no matter how he looked at them, he felt that they were perfect, especially the oil painting, which he felt as if he had finished it the other day, as if it had been his own handwriting. If he hadn't seen Tang Yan finish the painting with his own eyes, and someone put it in front of him, he would have thought it was his work.

Of course. Tang Yan left his own signature in the lower left corner of the painting, which is probably the only difference between the two paintings.

Seeing the guests in the restaurant pointing in front of his two pictures, Tang Yan beckoned the waiter to serve him quickly, but the waiter didn't understand, and Tang Yan could only pull Song Yanzhi to translate for him.

Song Yanzhi glared at him: "You tossed such a big movement, are you still in the mood to eat?" ”

"Please, didn't you call me here to eat? As for them to watch, let them watch well. It can't be helped, it's the same everywhere the genius goes. ”

Song Yanzhi was speechless, and Tang Yan pleaded again: "Sister, I begged you, can't I do it?" I'm really hungry. Nima has just painted two paintings, and Lao Tzu's skills are all gone! Now go ahead and replenish a lot of energy, you know? ”

In desperation, Song Yanzhi had no choice but to talk to the waiter, and the waiter hurriedly put the things ordered by Tang Yan and Song Yanzhi one by one. French cuisine was originally a very procedural one, what old Henry said was actually that the main dish takes more than half an hour, and it is just right with red wine. This is also to eat in China, and I am used to being used to those grinding restaurants. In the domestic high-end restaurants, you often think that this restaurant is to go to the field to grow vegetables, to catch fish in the sea, personally to the pig farm to raise pigs, after ordering a few people can play a circle of mahjong, after playing the dishes are not even, you have to eat to go to those restaurants, and when the dishes come up, you just feel hungry.

The waiter didn't dare to disturb them before, but now he heard Tang Yan and Song Yanzhi say that the food was served. As a result, the table was full, and Tang Yan naturally ate and drank without any worries, but unfortunately some dishes must be eaten hot, and French cuisine is quite particular about the order of eating, but Tang Yan ignored it, and was not even accustomed to or impatient to use a knife and fork, and directly inserted a fork into a large piece of foie gras. Shove it hard into your mouth.

"me, what the hell is this? Do you want to eat Lao Tzu to death? Tang Yan spit it out directly.

Seeing the blue cheese, it seemed to be very tempting, and Tang Yan went up with a fork again. I took a big bite and spit it out.

"Damn, who said the food here is delicious?" Tang Yan pounded the caviar in disbelief, tasted it, and snorted many times in a row, spitting a lot of saliva on the plate.

Finally, the steak tartare, which was actually raw beef foam and raw eggs, Tang Yan carefully put it into his mouth, and was once again defeated by the strange seasoning and the fishy smell of raw beef, and spit it out without hesitation.

Looking at the table full of so-called delicacies that are regarded as treasures by the French, Tang Yan couldn't eat a bite, and his angry face turned green!

"Dead old man, come over to me, Mom, are you all food for people?" Tang Yan roared, so frightened that many people turned their faces to look over, and naturally saw that the cups and plates on the table in front of Tang Yan were in disarray, and all kinds of things that he spit out were messy, which was miserable.

Song Yan felt that it was going to be bad, but at this time she was not embarrassed to step forward at all, Tang Yan had successfully attracted the attention of the whole restaurant.

Old Henry looked inexplicable, he hadn't recovered from Tang Yan's two paintings, and when he saw Tang Yan's angry face, he didn't know what the reason was, so he had to walk over and ask, "Tang, what's wrong with you?" ”

Tang Yan pointed to the foie gras that he had spit out directly on his first attempt: "What is this?" ”

Old Henry looked at it and said with a little smugness: "This is the most popular foie gras in our restaurant!" ”

"What kind of bullshit, Nima doesn't have a smell of tofu and milk, and it's so fat that even people like to eat fatty meat like Lao Tzu can't eat it. Still the most popular? You French people eat this pig-like stuff every day? ”

This is what he said angrily, and he spoke very quickly, and old Henry didn't understand, otherwise he would have to fight with him.

Old Henry looked at Song Yanzhi as if asking for help, meaning to ask her to translate, and Song Yanzhi had to translate: "Tang Yan means that the fatness of foie gras is not the taste he is used to." ”

Tang Yan fortunately can't understand Song Yanzhi's French, otherwise he would probably be able to fight with her.

For Song Yanzhi's translation, old Henry can also understand that indeed, many Orientals are not used to eating foie gras.

"The difference between Eastern and Western cuisine, that's something I overlooked." Old Henry was kind of self-justifying.

Tang Yan pointed to the blue cheese again and said, "What is this?" ”

"It's a delicious blue cheese!" Old Henry couldn't understand Tang Yan's anger at blue cheese.

"I'm so delicious with your face! Nima, it looks pretty good, the yellow thing is dotted with blue, blue, green and green colors, I'll take it, eat it until my mouth is salty and sour, Nima is this something for people to eat? What the hell is this blue thing? Is it your French peppers? ”

The previous words were too fast, and old Henry only saw that Tang Yan seemed to be very dissatisfied, but he didn't understand, only understood the last sentence, and asked him what the blue substance on the blue cheese was.

So, Henry Sr. explained: "This is the reproduction of the green mold in the cheese, and it is precisely because of this green mold that the world has such a delicious food as blue cheese." ”

"Lao Tzu really told you French that you can't go together, why should you praise you? And what is this black grain? ”

"It's a very high quality caviar, and the caviar we have here is all sturgeon roe, and it's all freshly taken out of the fish maw, absolutely fresh and delicious!"

Tang Yan exploded when he heard it: "Just taken out? You mean raw? ”

Old Henry nodded: "Of course it's raw, this thing can only be eaten raw!" ”

"Lao Tzu just wants to die, Nima, this fishy thing is more terrible than boiling, how heavy does it have to taste to eat? Oops, my master was killed by you, I have to drink saliva and rinse my mouth! After that, Tang Yan really picked up the water cup on the table and took a big sip, he really couldn't understand why the French taste was so heavy.

"This thing is raw beef, right?" Tang Yan angrily pointed to the plate of steak tartare.

Old Henry nodded, still with a little smugness: "This is our signature steak ...... tartare."

This time, Tang Yan directly didn't allow him to finish, and interrupted himself: "Niu, your sister's platoon!" This is a mixture of beef and eggs, right? Why do you love raw food so much? Are you still in a primitive society in France? I don't know what cooking is, can I teach you how to do it? Come on! Fire! Do you know what fire is?! If anyone tells me in the future, the difference between humans and animals is that human beings learn to use fire, and Lao Tzu fights with him, your uncle, don't the French know what fire is? Apparently they know, but they still eat raw! Song Yanzhi, do I have a grudge against you, you brought me to this kind of place for dinner! Why is there no barbecue in France? ”

Tang Yan couldn't bear it anymore, seeing that there were still two raw oysters on the table next door, he directly no longer had any hope for the so-called French feast of the French. In Tang Yan's view, the French are like a group of primitive people, wearing tiger skin skirts and eating raw meat around a bonfire......

Not to mention old Henry, who can still understand Chinese, even those French people who can't understand Chinese, can see that Tang Yan is spoiling their food, although the French are also hospitable, but they still can't tolerate others slandering their food, and they all rushed to Tang Yan for a few miles, as if they had completely forgotten the magical performance of Tang Yan's two paintings just now.

Old Henry too, looked at Tang Yan with an angry face: "Tang, how can you slander our food so much?" My food here is famous in Paris and even in France and Europe, and many royal families and nobles will come to eat here, and even the Queen of England has even chartered my entire restaurant here just to enjoy our food......"

Song Yanyi saw that the signs were wrong, and hurriedly pulled Tang Yan and ran out, shouting at old Henry as he ran: "Grandpa Henry, I'll go back and explain to you, this friend of mine is just not used to these delicacies!" ”

After Tang Yan left the restaurant, he asked Song Yanzhi: "Are they scolding me?" ”

Song Yanzhi was silent, but Tang Yan also saw it, and said angrily: "Lao Tzu went in and fought with them for three hundred rounds!" ”

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