"What to eat today? Sushi, hot pot, or bowl chicken? ”

Telling Uncle Tong to look at the chefs who arranged to follow, Jun Moting turned around and asked Qin Ye.

Qin Ye wanted to turn his head and leave with a backbone.

However, the baby can't do it!

As soon as she saw Otowa's chubby general, she could imagine the taste of the belly, mid-belly, mackerel, and flounder skirt sushi that he had made.

The old hot pot of Fuxiang Building is hearty.

Granny Ding's bowl chicken is sour and spicy and refreshing.

In short, the saliva is going to come down.

"Then let's have a little bit of everything."

Seeing that Qin Ye didn't speak, thinking that she was hesitant, Jun Moting simply ordered to go down.

The restaurant was divided into several areas and each got busy, Qin Ye stood in place, neither walking nor staying.

I really want to come up with a referee and punish Jun Mo Ting.

Don't you know he's so foul?

Swallowing his saliva, Qin Ye pretended to be calm and turned around to find Xiaoxiao.

At dinnertime, Qin Shuyi was stunned.

Spicy tofu brain skewers, braised pork lion head.

Each exquisite sushi is as quiet as a painting.

The copper hot pot is steaming, and the red and white beef and mutton are thrown in and rolled, and the fragrance wafts out.

There is also a bowl chicken that is being skewered at the scene, and the flavor is ready to be put into the pot.

"Mo Ting, you ......"

Qin Shuyi wanted to point her nose and scold Jun Moting.

Is there such a meal for dinner, huh?

Don't say disrespect to those chefs.

I don't even have much respect for the food on the table.

If you really want to eat, you have to eat one meal at a time.

It's a terrible thing!

His eyes drifted over, and he could see a smile on the young man's lips, and he was deliberately suppressed by her, Jun Moting coughed lightly, "I was wrong." It's just that I'm a little hungry and want to eat it. I promise not to take this as an example. ”

It's rare to see the eldest son so nonsense, and besides, he admits his mistake.

Qin Shuyi glanced at him angrily.

Then he frowned, "It's either spicy or raw, and there's nothing we can eat." ”

"Yes, yes."

Jun Moting beckoned, and in the kitchen, the French chef came out with a plate.

Tender children's steak with emerald green broccoli and orange pumpkin.

In addition, it is served with a creamy mushroom soup, which is fragrant.

"Thank you, Daddy."

Seeing that Jun Moting was counted down by Qin Shuyi, Xiao Tian thanked her sweetly, and on the other hand, she looked at the braised lion's head as big as her fist.

Seeing that Qin Ye gave her one, Xiaoxiao, who already loves meat, suddenly smiled.

Yes, mix and match, mix and match!

Qin Shuyi sighed helplessly, raised her eyes and instructed Uncle Tong to entertain a few chefs who invited home.

In a moment, she would personally apologize to them and thank them!

Jun Moting doesn't care so much.

Seeing that the young man opposite him was eating happily, his mouth was red and bright because he had eaten too much meat and spicy, and his heart was mostly settled.

Harley-Davidson Ferrari doesn't.

These delicacies on her heart are almost the same, right?

After the meal, Qin Shuyi saw a few chefs and went for a walk with a round belly.

Jun Moting stopped Qin Ye and threw a few documents over.

"Almost."

Jun Moting threw down his pen and motioned for Qin Ye to sign, "I finally have a sincere apology, right?" ”

With a puzzled face, Qin Ye took a few documents and looked at them.

After a few seconds, he picked up the signature pen and signed his name on the subscription contracts.

The world of local tyrants is really incomprehensible.

She just mentioned that she liked it, and Jun Moting bought Fuxiang Building, Otoyu, and Granny Ding as an apology gift to her.

It's inhumane, isn't it?

She loves it, though!