Chinese restaurants only have chopsticks, but don't say that these two foreigners are very slippery.

It's more upright than the way I hold chopsticks, and I guess I've practiced it specially.

The two of them took a bite each and began to shake their heads as if thinking about something.

After a while, one said it tasted good but the portion was too much.

Another said that this is the most French Chinese food on the street.

The one who said that he was heavy looked at me and asked me what the name of the dish was.

"Stew." I said, I don't know if they can understand.

Starting from the two foreigners, the foreigners who stood around were repeating the word.

That pronunciation, a bit like a cult scene.

One of them stood and took out a notebook and a pen and asked me to write down the name of the dish.

I wrote on the paper: Messy stew.

After thinking for a moment, I added pinyin below: luandun.

The foreigner nodded his head with satisfaction, and asked with a smile if I had anything else to eat. After saying that, I opened my wallet and took out a hundred euros, and I hurriedly said that it would not be so much.

The foreigner smiled weirdly and said that this is my tip, and I will talk about it after the meal is finished.

I took a hundred euros back to the back kitchen, and the master was dumbfounded when he saw the money.

"Is this the money given?" The master said puzzled.

"It's a tip, ask if you can make something else to eat. The meal fee will be calculated at the end, what do you think, master? I said.

The master did not answer me, he proved his idea with reality.

It's the first time I've seen the chef so desperately cooking, and he doesn't need my help anymore.

That night, I served out about seven plates.

Almost only one bite of each plate, the two foreigners sitting there seem to be reminiscing all the time.

I guess it will look very cultured, and it seems that rich people are coming to experience Chinese culture.

Lie down for seven and tip after eating.

Is it a hundred at a time, and let me continue after that.

Finally, on the seventh occasion, the chef even cut a portion of my cake and gave it away as a dessert.

The seventh serving is lamb soup, followed by a plate of cakes.

The more this group of foreigners ate, the happier they became, and they smiled when they saw the cake.

One of them said that there are all Chinese restaurants, so I could only nod my head helplessly.

Even the foreigners gave a hundred euros for this cake, and I think most of them are stupid.

Of the fifteen foreigners, only two actually ate.

The two of them only ate one bite of almost every dish.

At the time of checkout, I quoted 80 euros.

I originally wanted to quote a thousand-hundred, but it really didn't match our store.

The two foreigners who were sitting got up and shook hands with me respectively, and introduced themselves to what kind of Mi Qilin they were. Also asked my name, I said my name was Jock. One of them smiled and nodded, handed me a business card, and left the restaurant.

As the two left, more than a dozen people walked out one after another.

The last one to leave was the one who paid for it, and took out another hundred euros and handed it to me and said that I didn't need to look for eighty.

Seven dishes plus the cake and the final payment of 100 yuan, a whole 900 yuan.

When the last of these people left, I quickly closed the iron net and locked the door.

When I went back to the kitchen and handed the last three hundred to the master.

I watched as the master knelt on the ground holding nine hundred euros and giggled.

That day, I heard the master say that this was the most comfortable money he made in France.

On weekdays, if you can eat more than 10 euros for dinner, it is too much, and if you can have 200 euros a day, it will not be in vain.

On this day we earned 900 euros.