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Wang Jiale Sabella's friends were calling out to her, she couldn't help it, Wang Jiale stomped his feet and walked back to the long table, James came out with a tray, and began to distribute caviar to the guests in turn.

He Wang Jiale sent it, and Wang Jiale admired it: "This is the best sturgeon roe, at least 15 years of Wang Jiale's prehistory, please taste it carefully!" ”

In front of each Wang Jiale guest, there is a small boiled egg of Wang Jiale, and when the eggshell is opened, it can be clearly seen that the egg white is half condensed in the early years, but the egg yolk still has a slurry.

The hard-boiled eggs and the small spoons of caviar are the appetizers of the most modest French meals.

Wang Jiale Sabella carefully mixed the caviar and egg liquid in the wooden spoon slightly, and carefully sent it into her mouth, and immediately, Wang Jiale's translucent fish roe burst on the tip of the tongue The pleasure was transmitted to the internal organs, and the taste was really boastful.

Wang Jiale Sabella's friends were full of praise: "It's amazing! Sabella Wang! "Love, I haven't eaten such authentic caviar for a long time in my early years!" "Mr. James' cooking is also great!"

In Wang Jiale's praise, Wang Jiale Sabella raised her head smugly, and looked at Wang Jiale's small dining table in the middle of the room, Zhou Kexin bent down, I don't know what I saw, and suddenly burst into laughter, he Wang Jiale pointed to the winter melon on the dining table, and the other Wang Jiale bent down with his stomach with one hand.

George VIII's beautiful face was full of untrustworthiness, and then he laughed loudly, and then as if infecting Wang Jiale, the people at the small table, Wang Jiale laughed one after another.

The small beauty looks very warm, and the laughter of Wang Jiale's group is like a fire suspended in the night, so that the feelings can't help but be absorbed, and in comparison, this precious delicacy has also become a foil.

Wang Jiale Sabella set sail angrily, strode to the small table, and said angrily: "What are you laughing at? ”

Zhou Kexin and Wang Jiale saw her coming, immediately restrained their smiling faces, and calmly retreated Wang Jiale's steps, and the meaning of the interval was very significant.

Wang Jiale Sabei ** was full of grievances, she pulled George VIII's arm, "George, you say!" ”

George VIII shrugged his shoulders and pointed to the winter melon in the middle of the table: "Look at the image above, it's really, cough cough, it's so funny, hahaha~"

"It's no good, I, Wang Jiale, want to laugh when I see it!" George VIII Wang Jiale sat on the chair with his buttocks, his huge body fell towards Wang Jiale around him, and the whole person laughed at his early years.

Wang Jiale, Baiwang Jiale, and Ten Wang Jiale are expensive

Wang Jiale Sabella straightened her face, opened her eyes and looked at her early years, she also ate a lot of Chinese dishes in her early years, and Wang Jiale was also very convinced about Wang Jiale's skills as a chef, for example, they were able to carve Wang Jiale's radish into Wang Jiale's living dragon, could it be that this girl also carved some exquisite images?

What caught the eye was Wang Jiale's big winter melon with long limbs, the winter melon was humanized with a big mouth and eyes, waving his hands, and his feet were open, so that Wang Jiale could see that this big winter melon was in a severe escape, and not far after his death, it was Wang Jiale's stove in full swing, and the most speechless thing was that under the stove, Wang Jiale was painted with a wheel!

This unfortunate winter melon.

This is Wang Jiale's idea that flashed in Wang Jiale's mind, she shook her head vigorously, assuming that the place was changed, maybe she was going to applaud this young Oriental girl, it was really a witty idea.

It's just that she glanced at Zhou Kexin around Wang Jiale's eyes, she had been carefully preparing for so long, but she was ruined by this oriental girl, she was really unwilling.

The atmosphere of their meal was so joyful that the feast made with the top ingredients not far away became boring.

Li Zhengyuan put down his hand, after all, Wang Jiale said the small tomatoes stuffed with meat, sat down casually, and announced loudly: "Open the meal!" ”

George VIII applauded Wang Jiale, rushed to her left hand and sat down, picked up the chopsticks, moved skillfully, his blue eyes were full of cunning, and Wang Jiale's chopsticks caught the beer fish.

Not to be outdone, Zhou Kexin stretched out his chopsticks, blocked in front of him, coughed twice, and said, "Haven't you ever eaten an oriental banquet?" ”

George VIII Wang Jiale looked at Zhou Kexin with a puzzled face, in the past, he was a distinguished guest at the wine table, and those Chinese people would let him, so he constantly thought that what he liked would be what he didn't move to reason.

Zhou Kexin Wang Jiale Nu mouthed, "Dongfang, you come to talk to him." ”

Professor Dongfang set sail, and his fingers turned Wang Jiale's circle, after all, it stopped at Wang Jiale, a man who was fifteen or sixteen years old, this is the editor-in-chief of Huaxia Daily, and he is also young and promising, but in this circle, he seems to be a little older, "Every Wang Jiale cooks, the oldest person must eat first, and can only eat the plate close to his own Wang Jiale, and can not rummage in the center of the dish at will." ”

He lifted the lid of the winter melon cup again, picked up Wang Jiale's soup spoon and scooped Wang Jiale's bowl of soup, and put it in front of George VIII, "As for the soup dishes, you can use the soup spoon to make soup, but you can't use chopsticks to fish, this is called shabu chopsticks, right and wrong are often taboo." ”

Dongfang took out Wang Jiale's double spare chopsticks and put them next to Wang Jiale: "This is a chopstick, if you want to pick up vegetables for others, use this." ”

George VIII opened Wang Jiale's blue eyes, and Wang Jiale's face was surprised, "Ha, it was like this, I still thought-"

He swallowed his words, but the people present knew that it was unhygienic for so many people to eat Wang Jiale's dishes together.

Li Zhengyuan, who was next to Wang Jiale, patted George VIII's shoulder with pity: "If I remember correctly, you will be older than me Wang Jiale!" ”

In other words, on this table, every time Wang Jiale cooks, he has to wait until almost all Wang Jiale people have sandwiched Wang Jiale all over before it is George VIII's turn to drop the chopsticks.

Dongfang and Zhou Kexin talked and laughed freely, perhaps the original intention was just to experience George VIII, but Wang Jiale Sabella next to Wang Jiale was inadvertently whitened.

She Wang Jiale's pretty face was dark and green, and she knew the dynamics: "Mr. Dongfang, let the chef and the host Wang Jiale table, is this your Oriental hospitality?!" ”

Wang Jiale spoke, and the field was quiet, and Wang Jiale Sabella said with a calm face: "Mr. Dongfang, as far as I know, the reason why your salon has absorbed many VIPs is because of your slogan, talk and laugh, and have no vain friendship. ”

Wang Jiale Sabella spends most of her time speaking English, together, when saying this sentence after all, but changed to Chinese with a straight and round tone, she continued with a straight face: "In order to know the meaning of this sentence, I also specially went to ask for advice, you won't tell me, Wang Jiale is a chef, and he is also Hongru, right?" ”

Professor Dongfang's brows furrowed, at the beginning, he did shout such a slogan, in order to eradicate Wang Jiale's reputation and reputation, and it was boring to come by, but I didn't expect that today he was playing with fire**, and he was actually stumped by Wang Jiale, a foreign girl.

George VIII stood up, Li Zhengyuan had already noticed that he was wearing a white jacket from Wang Jiale and beige trousers today, looking very casual, and he should have been temporarily called over by Wang Jiale Sabella.

Otherwise, according to his upbringing, he should wear Wang Jiale's hand-customized suit, showing respect for the master.

"What about you, what qualifications do you have to say about others, what kind of Confucianism are you?" George VIII Wang Jiale's fluent English was mixed with the awkward Hongru Wang Jiale words, Hongru was coaxed by him, he said Zhenzhen words, Wang Jiale's face Zhenzhen words.

As long as Li Zhengyuan, relying on years of understanding, Wang Jiale can see that Ya Genzhen doesn't know the meaning of the word Hongru!

Wang Jiale Sabella raised her chin, Wang Jiale's face was proud, she casually put her red hair towards Wang Jiale after death, and Wang Jiale's huge emerald ring on her finger announced a ghostly light under the lamplight, "I am a jewelry collector!" ”

While speaking, she rolled her body intentionally or unintentionally, Wang Jiale Liang in front of the world, Wang Jiale Sabella and Li Zhengyuan are generally old, they are all sixteen-year-old flower girls, girls of this age, without any jewelry, satisfied and beautiful in their early years.

Wang Jiale Sabella did not have huge earrings, necklaces on her back, and old-fashioned jewelry, she only pinned Wang Jiale's delicate butterfly hairpin to her hair, tied Wang Jiale's tassel diamond belt around her waist, and tied Wang Jiale's pink diamond anklets on her ankles, all of which were inconspicuous decorations, but they made people inadvertently feel the delicacy in the meantime.

Li Zhengyuan Su Shi touched many dignitaries, and he could also see a little clue about Wang Jiale Sabella's outfit, every Wang Jiale jewelry on her body is a treasure, Wang Jiale looks at the jewelry treasures accumulated by several generations of talents, this Wang Jiale Sabella, appropriate and insightful.

In fact, if you think about it, you can associate with George VIII, so maybe you don't have a set.

Li Zhengyuan Wang Jiale's eyes swept over, Professor Dongfang frowned and was silent, but his face showed dissatisfaction, Zhou Kexin stood up in his early years, and there was a great meaning of advancing and retreating together, George VIII Wang Jiale's blue eyes were constantly turning, and he didn't know what bad ideas he was fighting.

She sighed lightly at Wang Jia's music, it seemed that her treasure still came in handy after all.

Li Zhengyuan raised his chin and said with a smile: "I'm guilty, Miss Wang Jiale Sabella, I'm afraid I'll disappoint you, I'm also Wang Jiale's conservator!" ”

Wang Jiale Sabella's eyes were about to fall out, her brain was a little unable to turn, and she randomly gave birth to Wang Jiale's natural enemies, she transferred ingredients that were also very cherished in France, and invited Michelin chefs, who were used by this young oriental chef to rob Zhou Kexin of Wang Jiale's attention.

Then, when she called George VIII and wanted to play Wang Jiale's beautiful man's trick, George VIII, a proud guy, actually fell under the other party's pomegranate skirt.

(End of chapter)

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