After the midterm exam, Shen Qianzi had half a day off.

She asked John.

In addition to John, there were also Yan Weiran and a beautiful man in the car.

John explained: "Yan Weiran is my junior brother, and it was not easy to get together when I returned to China this time, and he wanted to accompany me to visit Jiangshi. ”

"Then let him stay with you."

The beautiful man bit Shen Qianzi's clothes and didn't let her go, Shen Qianzi turned her head and glared at it, "Want to be beaten?" ”

The beautiful man let go of Shen Qianzi aggrievedly and wagged his tail to look at her.

John was surprised by the beautiful man's dependence on Shen Qianzi, "Yan Weiran's English is very poor, and he can't interpret the traditional culture of Jiangshi for me." John was speaking nonsense.

Shen Qianzi believed that he was a ghost.

Yan Weiran went abroad as an exchange student for a year when he was in college, and he speaks English fluently.

Not to mention interpreting the traditional culture of Jiangshi, it is not difficult to interpret the customs and culture of various countries.

A group of bad old men are bad and ruthless, bullying a little girl who doesn't know the world.

But she's not a little girl, she's an old fritter that has been fried over and over again in a frying pan!

Shen Qianzi looked at Yan Weiran and narrowed her eyes dangerously, "You don't know English?" ”

"No, it won't."

Shen Qianzi decided to give him one last chance, "Really not?" ”

The tail note raised by the latter word has a dangerous arc.

The wind behind her was measured, Yan Weiran suddenly snorted coldly, always feeling that Shen Qianzi knew something, but then felt that she thought too much.

When he was in college, Shen Qianzi was still in elementary school.

He wasn't an international celebrity, and she didn't know him, so how could she possibly know if he didn't speak English?

Therefore, Yan Weiran's face was red and her heart did not beat, "No!" ”

"Good, good!"

Shen Qianzi got into the car, and she remembered Yan Weiran.

……

The three of them hadn't eaten yet, and Shen Qianzi offered to eat hot pot.

"Is hot pot a special delicacy in Jiang City?"

Strictly speaking, hot pot is not a special delicacy in Jiangshi.

"It's a specialty of our country, and I recommend it to you as the number one restaurant I think." After Shen Qianzi explained, she gave a thumbs up, and she looked salivating, hooking out the gluttonous worms in John's stomach.

"Okay, let's go eat hot pot."

Yan Weiran had a sense of foreboding, but the two of them talked in English the whole time, and he couldn't interject.

John could speak Chinese, but it was more comfortable to speak his native language, and with Shen Qianzi accommodating him, he didn't speak Chinese.

The waiter was very familiar with Shen Qianzi, and she welcomed them into the box with a smile, "Is it still the same?" ”

Every time Shen Qianzi came, she ordered a mandarin duck pot.

"No, we're going to have a top-of-the-line butter pan this time."

Yan Weiran just listened to the name, and the spicy cold sweat flowed down directly.

John didn't understand, "What kind of pan is the top butter pan?" ”

Shen Qianzi explained in English, "The top butter hot pot, the bottom of the pot is made of top ingredients, and it is delicious." ”

Hearing that it was delicious, John said directly: "I want to eat." ”

The corners of Yan Weiran's mouth twitched fiercely.

Top ingredients for fart!

The ingredients used in the bottom of the pot are the same, only the chili pepper is the top, which can be spicy and chrysanthemum-blooming.

What does that taste like......

Yan Weiran didn't dare to think, "I can't eat spicy!" ”

John's taste has always been very light, and he can't eat spicy either.

Shen Qianzi glanced at him lazily, and made a gesture of please, "You can leave if you don't eat, no one will stop you." ”

Yan Weiran: "......"

John asked, "Spicy?" What do you mean? Is hot pot spicy? ”