Mu Fengmian asked her boss, An Jiashun, to allow her to borrow their kitchen, and she wanted to make a bowl of longevity noodles for her fiancé.

An Jiashun was moved by her sincerity, agreed to let her into the kitchen, and agreed that she would use the soup in the kitchen to make noodle soup.

Mu Fengmian walked into the kitchen and saw a pot of boiled black truffle beef soup in the corner.

Mu Fengmian filled a small bowl of soup, tasted it, and felt that the soup was full of aroma, thick juice and thick flavor, which could arouse the incomparably strong appetite of the people who ate it.

She decided, and used it to combine Chinese longevity noodles with French black truffle beef soup, which is also a combination of Chinese and Western, hehe!

Mu Fengmian made the noodles, made the dough, and then rolled the noodles by hand with a rolling pin, and put the rolled out longevity noodles into the piping hot black truffle beef soup.

That silk is like a waterfall flying into the clear pool, it is really like a flying stream straight down 3,000 feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days!

A very young, Asian-faced round-faced chef next to him asked curiously, "Is this okay?" I've never seen Chinese noodles cooked in black truffle beef broth since I've grown up, doesn't it taste weird? Can I eat it? ”

Mu Fengmian knew that he was An Guodong, the only son of An Jiashun, and he had the heart to get closer to him, so he shook his head and smiled at him: "Little brother, you don't understand, this is not noodles!" ”

"And what is this?" The young chef was a little surprised.

Mu Fengmian said seriously: "This is not noodles, what we eat is art, it is a strong love." ”

The round-faced little chef who was about twenty-one years old was stunned for a moment, then reacted and said with a smile: "The beauty is so funny!" ”

Mu Fengmian picked up the noodles and divided them into two bowls, one of which was handed to him, and said with a friendly smile: "This bowl of longevity noodles is for you to taste!" ”

The little chef took the fragrant noodles and said with a smile: "Thank you, I happen to be hungry too!" ”

Mu Fengmian walked out with another bowl of noodles.

Gu Jingxing smelled the aroma and carefully admired the bowl of longevity noodles in front of him.

Mu Fengmian filtered out all the floating clutter in the black truffle beef soup before, the clear beeswax-colored soup did not contain a little minced meat, and the silk noodles were soaked in the noodle soup, like the hair of a beautiful woman.

Gu Jingxing picked a noodle with a fork, put it in his mouth, chewed it gently, and instantly the hairs on his body stood up.

The noodles dance in the mouth, releasing delicious juice that fills the whole body along the esophagus, and the whole person has to fly.

The wheat flour used to make the noodles stores the taste of the sun, and these two flavors are released at this moment, which is fresh, sweet, and refreshing......

Gu Jingxing chewed the noodles, as if he saw himself going on an outing with Mu Fengmian, the spring was brilliant and the scenery was picturesque.

There was a swing made of longevity noodles in the woods, and Gu Jingxing and Mu Fengmian stood on it together, standing face to face, swinging happily.

Gu Jingxing took another sip of the rich noodle soup.

The soup has the flavor of black truffle and beef, both of which are not overly strong and do not compete with each other, complementing each other.

Gu Jingxing seemed to see that in the summer, the blue sky was like a wash, and he was wearing swimming trunks, swimming with Mu Fengmian in the blue waves. Mu Fengmian kissed him tenderly with his mouth from time to time......

Hey? What's going on?

He used to eat many kinds of noodles made for him by Mu Fengmian, such as ramen, Zhusheng noodles, Yangchun noodles, beef noodles, Zhenzi noodles, knife-cut noodles, dragon beard noodles, pasta...... But I have never eaten such a refreshing, smooth, and delicious noodle.

Mu Fengmian looked at Gu Jingxing's intoxicated appearance, and felt very happy in his heart.

After eating, Gu Jingxing felt that his eyes were blind, his ears were deaf, his sense of smell was also out of order, and the whole world was gone, only the beautiful taste remained.

"It's really a work of art!" Gu Jingxing looked at Mu Fengmian, patted his belly, and said with satisfaction.

Sally, who had been secretly observing for a long time on the side, couldn't help but interject: "Mr. Gu Jingxing, you are too exaggerated, right?" Haven't you ever eaten noodles in your life? ”

Gu Jingxing said: "I'm really embarrassed, in your life, you may not have the opportunity to eat noodles made by Mianmian, I said it, you can't understand!" ”

Sally choked and gritted her teeth, she went to serve the others.

The little chef suddenly pushed the dining cart out of the kitchen, and when he passed by Mu Fengmian's table, he said to Mu Fengmian in slightly stiff Chinese: "This sister, the noodle soup you cooked is really delicious, I ate it all!" Are you a chef? Can you teach me how to make Chinese longevity noodles, I've been thinking about it for a long time. I don't have any other hobbies, but I love to study cooking! ”

Mu Fengmian pondered for a moment and glanced at Gu Jingxing, who understood and nodded slightly. Read a book

Mu Fengmian said with a smile: "Little brother, this longevity noodle tastes good, and the key is that the wheat flour is good." This wheat was grown by the mother of an older brother with a different surname on an island in a lake, and she also milled and dried the flour herself. I can send you a few packets of wheat flour if you like! I'm only staying in France for a few days, and when I get back home, I'll send you a few packets. Otherwise, let's leave each other a phone number and address, shall we? ”

The little chef nodded happily, and immediately exchanged his name and phone number with Mu Fengmian, and wrote the address of the restaurant to her.

The name of this little chef is really called An Guodong, and he is the son of An Jiashun. According to Gu Jingxing's investigation, An Jiashun and his wife only had him as the only seedling under their knees.

"What the fuck, why hasn't my order service arrived yet? The service attitude of this restaurant is terrible! A bearded, meaty-faced foreign uncle next door suddenly shouted in American English as he threw his plate on the ground and shattered it.

An Guodong suddenly saw this guest, and was very stunned and disgusted.

He whispered to Mu Fengmian: "This is an old gangster invited by our competitors, who often come to make trouble!" ”

Out of politeness, and for the sake of the business of his own restaurant, An Guodong walked over and smiled politely and routinely in English: "Hello, distinguished sir, I am the one who makes the order service for you tonight, and my name is An Guodong." Do you want a three-ripe fried steak with lemon juice? ”

The bearded foreign gangster said arrogantly: "Last time I came to eat, you fried me too old, I wanted six mature, and you made it seven mature." You have to fry it well this time, and show your housekeeping skills. ”

An Guodong nodded, and smiled without humility or arrogance: "Sir, please rest assured, I will make my service meet the requirements of the guests." ”

He concentrated, and after frying the steak, he carefully plated it and served it politely.

The bearded foreign thug cuts the steak with a knife, and two-thirds of the steak is pink and tender, oozing a little blood.

He cut a small slice, took a bite, frowned and spit it out, and scolded in a weird way: "Fuck you! Is it clearly four? I said, "How do you do things?" Treat what I just said as wind in your ears, right? ”

An Guodong knew that he was deliberately finding fault, but he had no choice but to swallow his anger and say, "I'm sorry, sir." I'm sorry that I didn't satisfy you with my service, I'll fry you another piece. ”

The bearded foreign thug smirked sinisterly, "No need, fuck you." ”

He poured a glass of wine into An Guodong's face.

An Guodong felt greatly insulted, but he believed in the creed of "customer is God" since he was a child, so it was not easy to attack!

Gu Jingxing was a little overwhelmed, walked over, and looked at the section of the steak.

He himself had fried the steak many times, and he was considered to be experienced, so he immediately judged that it was a perfect three-ripe steak, and knew that the bearded foreign gangster was really deliberately trying to make trouble.

He smiled and said, "Sir, this is clearly a three-ripe steak, if you are really not satisfied, I suggest you change the restaurant to serve you, okay?" By doing so, you're going to be damaging to other guests and lowering the overall quality of the French population! Also, the enamel ceramic dish you just broke is expensive, and if you don't leave, you will have to pay for it! ”

The foreign gangster saw that he had an extraordinary bearing and a strong body, and it was obvious that he was a person he couldn't afford to mess with, so he didn't dare to spill anymore, paid the bill, and left with his tail between his legs.

"Are you alright?" Gu Jingxing took out a pack of tissues and helped An Guodong wipe the red wine on his face.

"Thank you!" An Guodong said with a smile.

This young chef also understands the life principle of "only when you eat hard can you become a master", but having said that, it is inevitable to have a fire in your belly.

However, he did not let his mood affect his service attitude and quality, and continued to work conscientiously. He pushed the dining cart and came to Gu Jingxing's table to make an order service for them.

Gu Jingxing appreciated his work attitude very much, and the fruit wood grilled steak he made on the spot was really delicious, so he praised him a few words truthfully.

After experiencing the deliberate difficulties of the bearded foreign gangsters, Gu Jingxing's appropriate evaluation of him is precious.

An Guodong bowed to him politely, left with a smile, and went to serve the other guests.

A few minutes later, a European waitress came over and served Mu Fengmian the first dessert of the night, which turned out to be three world-famous paintings made of chocolate.

A European waitress served them a final dessert, which turned out to be three world-famous paintings made of chocolate.

The famous chocolate painting obtained by Mu Fengmian is Van Gogh's "Sunflowers", the famous chocolate painting obtained by Gu Jingxing is the work "Sleeping Gypsy Girl" by the French late impressionist painter Rousseau, and the famous chocolate painting obtained by Long Bingyao is Van Gogh's "Starry Sky".

These are also works of art, which are really unbearable!

Mu Fengmian, they were full of heartache and guilt to eat this painting cleanly!

"President Gu, long time no see!" Under Ai Qian's signal, Nie Zilong plucked up the courage to come over and greet Gu Jingxing.

"Long time no see, Zilong! The last time I saw you was two months ago in the company's staff cafeteria, and you seem to have sunned a little! Is sunbathing in France too wonderful? Gu Jingxing said with a smile.

“...... President Gu, actually, there is something I don't know if I should tell you! Nie Zilong scratched his bald head and looked embarrassed.