Tang Yuan felt that his sister sometimes had really bad taste. This is not just a spit, but a contempt.

"Eat there." Tang Jingling pointed to the longer and longer line.

"When was it opened?" Tang Yuan's brows tightened, and he let go again, what did this matter to him.

There are so many restaurants that open and close on Lanhai Street every day, some people mention it in front of him, he listens to one or two sentences, and most of them are obscure and short-lived. As long as he and the one next door stand, this Blue Ocean Street is Blue Ocean Street, and there will not be much change.

"Aren't you worried about people stealing your business?" Tang Jingling asked curiously.

Tang Yuan gave her a look: "This street, probably the one next door can compare with me, and the rest......" You can experience it yourself.

Although there was a period of rebellion in the middle, he eventually embarked on the path of a chef of Western cuisine, and studied at Le Cordon Bleu and won numerous awards. Which one of these resumes is taken out without beating others? Except, of course, the three monsters of the house next door......

"Megalomaniacs!" Tang Jingling scolded with a smile, and it happened that the phone rang at this time, she made a gesture and turned her back to answer the phone, "Xiao Li? Did you find it? What is it called? Nishimura ...... What is Nishimura? Feed? Feed! Do you have a bad signal?"

"Nishimura Kowako." Someone reminded her, and she suddenly realized, "Nishimura-Kowako, okay, thank you!"

hung up the phone, and the aftertaste was wrong, the voice just now was clearly Tang Yuan's rough male voice.

"How do you know that name??"

……

Tang Yuan pinched the cigarette in his fingers and kept playing back and forth on the table, the ticking sound was particularly harsh in the quiet space.

Tang Jingling couldn't stand his stuffy face and didn't speak, kicked the table with his toes, and asked angrily, "What's the situation?"

Nishimura Kowako hasn't heard this name for a long time. In the year of Le Cordon Bleu Academy, many big and small things happened, which made Tang Yuan rarely remember this name in his mind.

For no other reason, this woman is simply the scum of the chef world.

Or rather, she doesn't deserve to be a chef at all.

Plagiarism, blame, pretending to be pitiful and unaware after being exposed, and even wanting to bribe the leaders of the academy to help him hide it, is really the "fine" tradition of the neon country.

"Why did you ask Nishimura Kowako?" Tang Yuan asked rhetorically.

Speaking of this, Tang Jingling became interested, pulled up the manuscript she saw in the morning from her mobile phone, and handed it to him: "The restaurant on the corner of the street, I asked people to check, and she opened it. This draft was also deliberately hyped up by someone, have you seen it, using the Tang fruit mentioned above, it attracts people's attention."

Speaking of which, she was also a little disdainful, originally thought that there was a restaurant with real materials, but she didn't expect to use this method.

Tang Yuan was silent, and after a long time, he said slowly, "You don't have to worry about this matter for the time being, wait until I understand it clearly."

After that incident, Nishimura Kowako disappeared from everyone's sight, only to hear that she returned to the neon country, and everything after that is unknown.

This time, it suddenly appeared on Lanhai Street in the capital, and I always felt that there was some conspiracy brewing.

At night, a corner restaurant.

Nishimura wiped the water stains off each blade with a white cloth, inserted the cooking knife into the shelf, and adjusted everything to the same angle.

"Your obsessive-compulsive disorder is getting worse." In the darkness, scarlet light flickered, and the low male voice sneered.

Nishimura's eyes were gloomy, but the smile on her face was soft and elegant: "In the kitchen, this is called meticulousness. Han San."

Han Yubai sneered, opened the curtain and walked into the back kitchen, his fingertips tapped a group of spice jars of the same color, and his tone was disagreeable: "What? Kozuko still wants to discuss the kitchen with me? Unfortunately, I don't learn to cook, I'm just a little businessman."

"Why did Han Sang come here at this time? I don't remember that I had an appointment with you." Xiao Hezi still has a weak look and an innocent face.

"Passing by, come in and take a look at the "upstart" on Lanhai Street, Tang Guozi has been in the limelight more recently than those two......" Han Yubai's eyes flashed, the word "Sheng" was unclear and unclear.

"Chinese people are really superficial, just some good-looking dim sum, so they rush to it. If my teacher, Mr. Watanabe, is here, wouldn't they be going to worship? My teacher, that's a Neon National Treasure-level existence, and everything you make can be auctioned." Nishimura Kowako said, as if she had seen the grand scene of Watanabe Village coming here, and a smug smile appeared.

Han Yubai glanced at her without saying a word, sneering in his heart, but still saying flattering words on his lips: "Then I look forward to Mr. Watanabe's visit." I've already let people bring up the public opinion on the Internet, and it's up to you next." As he spoke, he walked out, "By the way, friendly reminder, Huaxia people are not stupid, there are some things, don't tamper with them at will."

It's not a last resort, and he doesn't want to cooperate with Nishimura Kowako. The Yu family's restaurant, he can't get it, and he can't let others get it.

Tang Yuan? originally thought that he was just running a Lan Tingxuan by himself, but he didn't expect to be so close to Yu Jianguo. How? Want to have both Chinese and Western food?

Wait, Tang Yuan, one day, a person like you, who is proud of his talent, will also fall into the mud, and he, Han Yubai, doesn't mind stepping on him heavily at that time.

Now, let this Nishimura Kowako deal with you, after all, only those who are familiar know what kind of moves hurt the most.

Han Yubai opened the car window, looked at the staggered and shiny signboards of Lan Tingxuan and the Yu family's restaurant, and laughed gloomily.

……

"In the Tang Dynasty, most of the dim sum was used with tea." The night was getting deeper, and Yu Jian put her arms around Yu Yuan's little shoulders and slowly gave him popular science.

"Then the dim sum of the Tang Dynasty was that round and small, right? It's like what you just saw, sister." Yu Yuan stared at the round eyes and asked curiously, he was a straight man, and he felt average.

Yu Jian shook her head, her eyes were a little confused: "The dim sum of the Tang Dynasty, there are cherry cheese, Yulu group, Han Palace chess, nine refining incense, flax crisp, and flower cake...... There is no such nondescript Tang fruit."

Datang is so luxurious, the food is exquisite, ever-changing, a refreshment, salty and sweet matching, to be served with the most suitable utensils. Besides, there was no such thing as white kidney beans at that time.

Tang Guozi, Tang Guozi, is just a name for Datang Dim Sum, how did it get to now, it is the previous life of Neon Country and Guozi??

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