Before he recovered from this trial, Mu Wan'an looked at the low-key but very elegant Western restaurant in front of him, and cast a puzzled gaze on the man sitting next to him, "You are suddenly interested, so you want to invite me to eat Western food?" ”

"Shouldn't we celebrate the success of solving a potential hazard?"

He asked rhetorically, then raised his left eyebrow: "It seems that you are not very satisfied with this result." ”

"Since you think you should celebrate, I have nothing to say."

I don't know which one Song Bingjue came from, Mu Wan'an just smiled shallowly, looking like he would go with him. She followed Song Bingjue in, and the eye-catching waiter on the side immediately came over and guided them to a quiet corner to sit.

The interior of this restaurant is decorated in the style of the last century, like the overall tone of the ancient pages with yellow and colorful glass, which makes you feel like you are in a church in Renaissance Florence.

"How does it feel?"

The waiter came over and asked about the aperitif, Song Bingjue ordered in a low voice, and then looked at the woman sitting opposite him who couldn't stop looking at the style of the restaurant, "This Western restaurant is a replica of the French Merci Western restaurant, every brick and tile, every corner, is exactly the same as Merci." In order to restore the sense of history, even the building materials are taken from ancient French buildings. ”

"Don't know who the owner of this shop is. It's so 'fun'. For such a Western restaurant, he did not hesitate to do this. ”

Taking a sip of red wine, there was no expression of amazement in Mu Goodnight's expression, in her opinion, it was too extravagant to spend so much energy and so much money to build a restaurant that did not belong here.

"It's Cheng Wushuang. You should have seen it last time when you were in Night Desire. ”

Thinking of the radiant man, Song Bingjue also had a little helplessness on his face, "He is an out-and-out 'banana man', who has been running around in England and France since he was a child, and he has a soft spot for this Merci restaurant." ”

Mu Wan's memory went back to the night when she went to Nightlust, and she also remembered the delicate man, who revealed a wanton atmosphere between his talk and laughter, and it seemed reasonable to say that he would do this kind of thing.

"The most famous dish here is this foie gras, which tastes so authentic that you might as well try it."

Realizing that Mu Wan'an was having trouble with the menu, Song Bingjue recommended it in a flat tone, as if he didn't notice her difficulty with the menu at all.

"Since you recommended it, it must taste good."

Closing the menu and handing it to the waiter on the side, Mu Wan'an looked at the man in front of him, a little unable to guess his thoughts, it stands to reason that he was so "rude" to him just now, why is he still so kind now......

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a little irritable, and the hand on the table tapped lightly on the table again and again, and this irritability did not dissipate until the foie gras was placed in front of her.

Cutting a small piece with a knife and fork and putting it into his mouth, Mu Wanwan suddenly felt a familiar feeling. Your memories may betray your body, but your taste buds won't...... A few familiar images flashed through her mind:

The same delicate man sitting across from him, with slightly highlighted dark red hair, looked at him with crooked eyes, "This foie gras ......"

……

"What's wrong? Is it the wrong taste of foie gras? ”

Seeing that she had been in a trance since she put the foie gras in her mouth, Song Bingjue couldn't help frowning, and regardless of the attention of others in the always elegant Western restaurant, Song Bingjue cut a small piece from her foie gras and put it into his mouth.

- With your own foie gras, there are two completely different flavors.

Mu Wan'an raised her head a little stunned, grabbed the red wine on the side and drank several sips, the cold liquid like blood slowly slid down her throat, bringing the feeling of a sharp blade sealing her throat, she came back to her senses from her trance, and replied with a look of surprise and uncertainty:

"It's okay...... I just feel like I've eaten this flavor somewhere. ”

“aiter!”

With a snap of his fingers, Song Bingjue said to the waiter who came over: "This foie gras seems to have a problem with the taste." ”

"You don't have to be so excited, maybe it's just my own thoughts."

Seeing that he seemed to be held responsible, Mu Wan'an hurriedly stopped him, but he looked at the seemingly delicious foie gras in front of him, but he no longer had an appetite:

"I'm probably not naturally fit to eat these things, so I'd better eat some when I get home."

"No, I've been here many times before to eat foie gras, and I haven't seen it once."

Thinking of the foie gras that completely changed the flavor in his mouth just now, Song Bingjue's eyes sank, "I still have to find out what happened." ”

Maybe a person like Song Bingjue, who is in charge of the great business, is more sensitive, and Mu Wan'an saw that he insisted on doing so, so he no longer objected.

The chef in charge of the dish walked impatiently to their table and said in French with great displeasure:

"I made this foie gras with my own hands, and every process is extremely exquisite, and there is no way to have such a problem!"

"Actually, the problem has already arisen, hasn't it?"

Also with his fluent French, Song Bingjue motioned to the waiter on the side to cut a little from Mu Goodnight's foie gras and send it to the chef's mouth, the chef did not expect that this Chinese could speak French so well, and was surprised to swallow the foie gras directly.

As soon as he entered the mouth, the chef's face changed, and he obviously realized the trickiness in it, and he shouted extremely angrily:

"Who touched my cooking? Who is it?! ”

His voice was very loud, and the manager who heard the wind on the side hurriedly comforted him, and finally smoothed out the chef's hair, and the chef still said angrily:

"Someone sprinkled other condiments on the foie gras! I swear, it's not my work! ”

Mu Wan'an also understood the seriousness of this, and hurriedly handed the water in his hand to Song Bingjue and urged:

"You also ate this foie gras just now, you vomit it out! I don't know what's in it now, but it would be bad if it was some poison or something! ”

"To be able to see you so nervous about me, even if it's poison, I'll admit it."

Holding her wrist stretched out in front of him, Song Bingjue smiled softly, this smile was more and more springy than the usual coldness, and Mu Goodnight's face turned red unconsciously:

"How can there be someone like you? I don't even worry about my own safety anymore, I just think about these things! ”

The chef on the side saw the two of them, and he could understand something through his body movements, and couldn't help but smile, "Don't worry, it's not a poison, at most he just sprinkled some condiments on it...... However, this kind of behavior is simply too hateful! I'm going to find out who is so shameless! ”

Seeing that the French chef was faintly showing signs of anger, the manager on the side hurriedly said:

"You don't have to rush at this point, we have monitoring here, and we will understand everything when we go down and investigate."

Hearing the surveillance, Song Bingjue also raised his eyes, and he also wanted to know who would do it in the foie gras in the evening, and it was just a change of taste......

In the monitoring room, Song Bingjue Mu Goodnight and the crowd in the Western restaurant were all staring at the screen tightly.

After the chef had finished the two foie gras, he handed them to the waiter who had come to serve the food, who was tall and very thin, and although he was also wearing the waiter's clothes, the short cuffs and the slightly tight jacket showed that this was not the original owner of the uniform.

When he walked to a corner, he put the foie gras on the cabinet, then took out a small bottle from his pocket, sprinkled some powder similar to spices evenly on top of the foie gras, and continued to lower his head to present the dish to the table of Song Bingjue and Mu Goodnight.

For this person who served the food, Mu Wanyi didn't have the slightest impression in her mind, she looked at Song Bingjue suspiciously:

"Do you remember what the waiter who served us looked like?"

"He kept his head down the whole time, and I didn't even notice him."

Speaking of this, Song Bingjue couldn't help frowning, obviously aware of the problem, and the restaurant manager also began to inquire carefully, but the conclusion was that no one saw this person's appearance, and the French chef didn't have much impression because he was not interested in the Oriental face.

The only thing that is certain is that this person is not from the restaurant.

"Manager! Manger! Yuan Si was dragged out of the bathroom! He ......"

A waiter rushed in in a panic, his face was flustered, and the manager hurriedly scolded:

"What do you do? So no big or small! Don't you see a distinguished guest here?! ”

The waiter was extremely aggrieved, so he replied:

"Yuan Si was knocked unconscious and put in the bathroom cubicle, wearing only underwear, and his uniform didn't know where to go."

In this way, it seems that everything can be matched.

Song Bingjue and Mu Wan'an glanced at each other with great tacit understanding.

When she met Song Bingjue's abyss-like eyes, Mu Wan'an realized that she had done something stupid again, she scolded herself over and over again in her heart, and then pretended to be calm and said:

"Is he awake? If you wake up, ask him if he has any impression of the person who knocked him unconscious. ”

The manager also nodded busily, he looked at Song Bingjue, and then said:

"The situation in the staff lounge must be chaotic, so Mr. Song and Mrs. Song don't go there. I'll just ask. ”

As soon as she remembered that Yuan Si was only wearing underwear that she had just heard, Mu Wannight no longer insisted, and she nodded:

"Then it's hard for you."

After a few moments, the manager turned and returned, shaking his head, his face sad and seemingly clueless.