Eating and sleeping silently, Li Lin has always abided by this good habit, and it is a question of who a person talks to.

Li Lin is a lonely gourmet, but the diners in the other seats come in groups, such as the foreigner sitting in the seat next to him, and the language they speak is French.

Moreover, Li Lin stared at those blonde and blue-eyed tourists, the smell of various spices exuded by their bodies and the location of the calluses on their hands should be a chef!

It is no wonder that the taste of neon is mainly light, and the seasoning basically relies on soy sauce, and the spicy taste of Sichuan cuisine must make them a little addicted.

And the dishes ordered by these people are also quite famous Sichuan cuisine, and they are talking about these dishes with a warm face, and from their expressions, they should enjoy these dishes.

It's just that there are always some unseemly people who make some untimely things in such public places.

There was a man in their group who looked to be in his forties frowning at these dishes, and Li Lin could feel the deep disdain he felt for them.

Hmph, white arrogance, obviously Frankie is about to become Frankistan now, and blue is about to turn into green, and she deliberately puts on this arrogant posture.

Although Li Lin felt quite dissatisfied with him, he was not very easy to attack in public.

But then the thing said a sentence in French, which made Li Lin, a calm and calm person, completely blow up.

"Garbage Huaxia dishes are all things eaten by low-level people, so these yellow-skinned monkeys."

Syllable!!!

A loud voice suddenly rang out in this relatively quiet place.

Well, what happened?

The diners looked at the place where the sound came from with puzzled expressions.

A dark-haired man in civilian clothes who looked like a high school student stared at a blonde man with a smile while the chopsticks in his hand were directly broken by him.

Is that sound just now the sound of chopsticks being broken?

There are some things that can be tolerated, but there are some things Li Lin said that he couldn't bear it, and dared to say that the things that more than a billion people in China eat every day are pig food, and dare to insult people so directly?

Thought there was no one here who could understand French? This kind of fool Li Lin said that if he didn't scare him, he would be a Chinese in vain.

Although Li Lin had a very kind smile, those who had been with him for a long time knew that when Li Lin showed this smile, it meant that he was angry to the extreme.

Because only when anger reaches the extreme, Li Lin will want to break the rules and put others to death, and in order to cause him to die, Li Lin will calm down and use all his brain cells to think about how to kill him.

He was laughing, but it was just a disguise for his eyes that were as cold as ice.

Seeing Li Lin looking at him with an emotionless expression, the blonde guy just now couldn't help but feel a little weak, but looking at Li Lin like a high school student, he hardened again, and he said in a somewhat lame neon language: "What's wrong?" Keep looking at me. ”

He was answered by Li Lin's standard London French, phew, Parisian French: "Although I don't have any prejudice against French food, you should also be a chef when you look like this!" ”

This thing understands French! The blonde realized that what he had just said was heard very clearly by Li Lin, but he continued to answer Li Lin with an unapologetic white arrogance: "Yes and what? ”

After hearing this thing admit his identity, Li Lin wanted to give him a blow and let him be completely destroyed mentally and physically.

No, since he has survived with this arrogance until now, then let him live with this arrogance in the future!

The trap has been set, and it's up to him to get in.

Sometimes, words can be a murderous weapon.

"As a chef, isn't it rude to look at the dishes on your table with pride and prejudice like this? Or do you have no respect for anything other than French? You megalomaniacal!! Sure enough, you can't have real chefs in France? ”

Hearing Li Lin's disdainful and even somewhat contemptuous words, this obviously racist suddenly became angry, in his ears Li Lin directly began to anger France This is the rhythm of the pill, he directly stood up and approached Li Lin with a broken expression: "What do you know about this little ghost, just a yellow-skinned monkey, I am a person who has won the Order of Pruspour, and I am also a chef of a restaurant with three Michelin stars, in terms of food, I am the authority, what qualifications do you have to speak?" ”

Listening to this arrogant words to the extreme, Li Lin really laughed at this moment, what is called jumping into the pit by himself, this is entering the pit by himself, this is really quite cooperative with him, Li Lin did not choose to stand up, he stood up and held the French who was more than one meter eight, so he obviously felt a little short of breath, he sat on the chair and continued to talk to him in standard French: "Medal of Pruspour?" If people like you can get medals, then does this thing have any authority? And Michelin? What's that? Does it have anything to do with me what they say? Or do you want to say that crickets, a country of 60 million people, a food magazine that doesn't know what it is, can evaluate Huaxia with a population of 1.3 billion and neon with a population of 120 million? You're too arrogant, aren't you? ”

Come on, Li Lin opened a big group ridicule, which directly negated their honor, and the other Gallic chickens who originally planned to become peacemakers were also a little unhappy at this moment, and they were ready to come directly to Li Lin to theorize, but before they could speak, Li Lin directly cleared his throat and continued to speak: "There is an ancient Chinese idiom for the frog at the bottom of the well, which means that the frog in the well can only see a little blue sky from the bottom of the well and mistake it for all the scenery outside, and you are no exception?" With 9.6 million square kilometers in China, basically each region has different dishes, and neon is no exception, and your Michelin is quite 'fair'! Neon and Huaxia combined are not as many restaurants as you would in a country with a population of 60 million, do you think it's possible? And the bunch of unclear conditions in the evaluation, elegant? Elegance? Go into the grave with your so-called noble nobles! ”

As he leaned back in his chair, he concluded: "It's sad, it's just a bunch of short-sighted guys, Michelin?" We don't need you to put on double standards to evaluate things, for us, delicious, will naturally always exist, and not delicious, even if you evaluate it as three stars, you will not go back, which old store is not developed after precipitation? Some of them are even older than what you call French cuisine, so who are you to judge them? And to put it mildly, any housewife in Huaxia and Neon is better than you so-called three-star Michelin chefs. ”

Well, now they don't want to be reserved, and they scold directly, and Li Lin also responds to them with a 30 decibel voice and 13 Chinese dialects.

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