Zhou Pengfei beckoned Ma Xiaozhen and Chen Moyao to sit down, and said to Ma Xiaozhen.

"Brother, I've already ordered Mo Yao's dishes for her. Zhou Pengfei looked apologetic: "But I didn't know you were coming, and I didn't know your taste, what do you like to eat, let's have it yourself!"

Zhou Pengfei has a narrow temperament, and since he lost to Ma Xiaozhen in the last basketball game, he has always held a grudge, and he originally wanted to teach Ma Xiaozhen a lesson. This Champs-Elysées restaurant was opened by his Zhou family, and Ma Xiaozhen sent it to the door, which is tantamount to "throwing himself into the net".

Therefore, he was polite on the surface, looking like a hospitable host, but he was secretly sneering in his heart, and made up his mind to make Ma Xiaozhen make a big ugly appearance. As soon as he took his seat, he glanced at a waiter.

The waiter understood and presented a French menu.

There are two versions of the menu at the Champs-Élysées, one of which is written in Bactria and the other in French.

Zhou Pengfei knew in his heart that his own French menu, about the characteristics and style of the restaurant, was put on the front page, and it was too much to introduce, but it was a bit noisy. There are some problems with the layout design, and it is still being rectified.

There used to be a lot of customers who came to order food, and they didn't recognize these strange French characters, but they didn't want people to know that they were uneducated, so they all pointed from the first page of the menu with their fingers and said, "I want this, this, and this......"

As a result, what they order is often the characteristics and style of the restaurant, which makes people laugh.

Zhou Pengfei expected that Ma Xiaozhen did not understand French, so he specially instructed the waiter to take this menu.

If Ma Xiaozhen doesn't know how to pretend to know how to order, there is a chance that he will be outstanding; if Ma Xiaozhen himself admits that he doesn't understand, Zhou Pengfei will order for Ma Xiaozhen with an elegant and decent gentleman. It destroyed Ma Xiaozhen's morale all of a sudden, this is called a blow to the head, and it is called a killing stick!

Zhou Pengfei was proud in his heart, and handed the French menu to Ma Xiaozhen, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile: "This Champs-Elysées restaurant in my house is the best Western restaurant in Cheung Chau, you can rest assured, as long as it is a dish in this world, I will definitely have it!"

Chen Moyao was stunned, when she just ordered, the menu at that time was obviously in Da Xia, but she saw that the menu given to Ma Xiaozhen was in French. Although she was a little cute on the outside, she was actually smart in her heart, and she suddenly guessed Zhou Pengfei's intentions.

Chen Moyao knew French, so she was silent at the moment, took the menu from Zhou Pengfei before Ma Xiaozhen, and smiled at Ma Xiaozhen.

"I know there are a few dishes that are delicious, I'll order them for you!"

Damn it!

How Mo Yao always protects him!

What's so good about this kid?

Zhou Pengfei gritted his teeth and almost broke one of his teeth.

Seeing Chen Moyao relieving himself, Ma Xiaozhen's heart suddenly warmed. He had already seen the French on the menu, and his intentions for Zhou Pengfei were already clear, he had always been full of "intrigues" and "bad water", seeing Zhou Pengfei teasing himself, how could he be submissive?

Thinking of the crooked tricks of those netizens on the forum, Ma Xiaozhen suddenly had an idea.

"No, I'll order it myself. Ma Xiaozhen threw a meaningful smile at Chen Moyao and took the menu in her hand.

Ma Xiaozhen stretched out his elegant three fingers, lightly flipped through the menu full of French, he only glanced at it slightly, and then closed it gently, as if he knew the French menu well, as if he had eaten French food for a thousand years in this Champs-Élysées restaurant, as if he had eaten seven hundred and forty-nine French dishes a day.

In an instant, Ma Xiaozhen's whole body seemed to exude a dazzling light, and a faint and elegant smell of money overflowed between his gestures.

Then, he gently straightened his collar, snapped his fingers in a chic manner, and issued an elegant petty bourgeois tone of 47.2 decibels with a gesture that was familiar with his own control:

“HI！Taxi！”

"Poof......

Chen Moyao almost didn't squirt out a mouthful of water.

Looking at Ma Xiaozhen's firm eyes, powerful movements, and confident smile......

The waiter stood on the side at a loss, and for a moment he didn't know whether he was a taxi or a waiter, and whether he should go up to serve Ma Xiaozhen.

"Uh, that!" Ma Xiaozhen looked like an old god: "That, I want a piece of lo noodles, put more lo mein!"

Nani?

The waiter petrified.

Zhou Pengfei was also shocked by Ma Xiaozhen's skillful routine, and he was still wondering if this kid was hiding deeply? Unexpectedly, he quickly overturned the car and almost fell to the ground.

Sure enough, it's a turtle!

He snorted coldly in his heart, squeezed out a somewhat hypocritical smile, and said to Ma Xiaozhen: "I'm sorry, we didn't play lo mein." ”

"No?" Ma Xiaozhen frowned, and waved his hand generously: "Forget it, then let's have a xiaolongbao, I want crab roe!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't ......" The smile on Zhou Pengfei's face became even brighter.

"Uh...... There should be a pot of helmets, right? Why don't you have a scallion pancake!"

"None ......"

"None of this, huh?"

Ma Xiaozhen rolled his eyes disdainfully: "Didn't you say that your Western restaurant is the best in Cheung Chau, as long as it is the best food in the world, you must have it?"

Speaking of this, Ma Xiaozhen sighed sadly: "There is nothing, and you dare to open a store!"

Chen Moyao has long known that Ma Xiaozhen is full of bad water, and every time he has some whimsical ideas to solve the problem. Seeing the meaningful smile that Ma Xiaozhen threw to himself, his heart suddenly understood.

Seeing Ma Xiaozhen's serious expression, firm attitude, and a confident and justified look, her heart was already happy, but she couldn't help laughing, straightened her face and nodded lightly in agreement: "Yes, there is nothing, how can you open a store!"

Zhou Pengfei almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

Dare to open a store without anything?

Nima!

Lao Tzu, this is a Western restaurant, okay!

Your uncle, I'm here to make lo noodles and crab roe xiaolongbao, and I want a fucking pot helmet and scallion pancakes!

Zhou Pengfei had a feeling of exploding on the spot, as if 10,000 alpacas were galloping happily in his heart, and he had the heart to refute, but he saw Chen Moyao looking deeply approved and agreed.

It's just indestructible, even more wronged than Dou E!

"Forget it, let's eat whatever you want. ”

Chen Moyao winked mischievously at Ma Xiaozhen: "I'll help you order." ”

"Oh well. Ma Xiaozhen put on a picky and dissatisfied look.

Chen Moyao understood, picked up the menu, and helped Ma Xiaozhen order the dishes.

Soon, a variety of exquisite French dishes came up.

Facing Linglang's dazzling French cuisine, Ma Xiaozhen let out a faint sigh.

"Then be aggrieved and eat as you like. ”