Tang Yuan waited at the door of the Yu family's restaurant for three whole days, but Yu Jianguo still threw down a cold snort, without any good face.

He smiled wryly and lit a cigarette, crouching on the ground with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking.

Vaguely feeling that there was someone standing next to him, he thought it was a guest waiting for a position, so he silently moved to the corner to make room for others, and he was still immersed in self-blame and guilt that he couldn't extricate himself.

Huang Nuan and Chen Xinyi observed for a while before they reluctantly matched Yu Jian's description, this is indeed not bad from the point of view of the facial features, but how do you look at it, how can you look like a decadent uncle, the slag on that face, you have to not shave it for several days, right? The posture of holding a cigarette is very handsome, but the behavior of squatting on the ground is really indecent.

"You can't admit that you're wrong, right?" Huang Nuan pulled Chen Xinyi's sleeve and asked in a low voice.

Although there are some gaps, it should be okay in general, the black clothes should be the legendary Western chef's suit, right? Chen Xinyi has seen it in Smecta's TV series, and she can't be wrong. Coupled with the handsomeness and coolness in Yu Jian's mouth, it is clear that everyone is a chef, so she has to wear a black dress in a different way, doesn't it just confirm her words?

So, absolutely. Clearing her throat, she called out, "Chef Tang Yuan." A complete affirmative.

Tang Yuan raised his head in confusion, a strand of broken hair on his forehead was on his eyes, he blinked desperately, only to see clearly that the people in front of him were two young girls, one was wearing goose-yellow dress, tied in a ponytail, and the other was simple black jeans, looking about the same age as Yu Jian, revealing the breath of youth.

"I am." He replied in a hoarse voice.

……

The orange of the sunset, the purple of the lavender, the emerald green of the trees and the yellow of the earth, properly resemble the scene of Provence under the sunset.

Tang Yuan wore a mask, held the California almond in his hand, the knife gently cut through several marks, and when he let go of his hand, the apricots turned into neat and uniform apricot petals.

The shortbread was taken out of the oven, filled with a thick milky aroma, squeezed out the cream petals, traced a circle along the edge of the shortbread, squeezed a thick apricot jam in the heart, and then carefully placed the fresh apricot petals, with a few small purple flowers, which was the Provencal apricot tart that Tang Yuan made for Yu Jian.

In order to facilitate eating, the apricot tart was about the size of a palm, Tang Yuan carefully packed it in a box and handed it to Chen Xinyi.

Please ask her again: "Please help me say thank you to the little boss."

"No sincerity." Huang Nuan muttered on the side.

"What?" Tang Yuan seemed to hear her speak, but he didn't hear clearly.

Huang Nuan waved his small fist, and the fist wind swept in front of Tang Yuan, and he simply let go of his voice: "I said that you are not sincere! Say thank you to Jean yourself! We're not the ones who want someone else to block the sword!"

At this moment, the entire Lan Tingxuan's kitchen fell silent in an instant.

This topic has been a taboo for Lan Tingxuan recently, and whoever dares to mention it will have to endure the low pressure from the chef. Yang Jianxin swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and moved back a few steps to avoid the center of the storm. He looked at the little girl in the yellow dress sympathetically, she was still too young......

Sure enough, Tang Yuan froze suddenly, and his hand that he hadn't had time to retract stopped in the middle of the road, his eyes darkened and darkened, and finally said in a low voice, "You're right, how can you not thank you in person." But he couldn't see her people, I heard that Uncle Jianguo locked her in the house, didn't allow her to go out, and didn't allow others to go to her at will.

Also, when he sees her, what kind of emotions should he use to face it? He's the one who hurt her and almost couldn't hold the pot anymore!

He seemed to be able to understand Yu Jianguo's mood. This kind of situation where a close relative suffers pain in front of him, it is him, he does not have a good face or is light, and it is his style to beat people hard.

Huang Nuan tinkered with it in his bag for a long time, and finally found something, stretched out his hand in front of Tang Yuan, and pouted, "Wow!"

Tang Yuan fixed his eyes on it, there was a string of Arabic numerals on the screen, he pressed the ecstasy in his heart, and asked, "Yu Jian's mobile phone number?"

"Write it down, WeChat is also this number, you remember to add her." Huang Nuan urged impatiently, and said, "Don't say that I told you......" Otherwise, she would definitely not be able to eat and walk around, Uncle Yu looked angry...... She winced, it was terrible for the good old man to start a fire......

"Thank you!" Tang Yuan said solemnly, hurriedly took out his mobile phone and saved the number, hesitated in the name column for a long time, and typed three words: little girl.

Huang Nuan is in a good mood, she finally walked out of the fishing village, can be with her friends again, and is about to step into the university campus, and maybe she can be a matchmaker. Thinking of this, her steps were much brisker, and her arm carrying the apricot tart kept shaking.

"You're kind of dead." Chen Xinyi followed not far behind her and said slowly.

What?

Huang Nuan stopped abruptly and looked back at her suspiciously.

This guy doesn't have a brain anymore. Pointing to the box in her hand, Chen Xinyi said, "There is the logo of Lan Tingxuan on it, if Chef Tang contacts Ah Jian, anyone can see it, it must be revealed from the two of us." But Uncle Yu knows that I definitely won't, so it's only you...... "Child, you keep it well, keep a good attitude, and meet Uncle Yu's anger."

Discard! That's right! Huang Nuan stomped his foot in annoyance, and then reacted. She struggled for a long time, picked up the cake box and looked at it again and again, and finally came up with a sentence: "Otherwise...... Let's not give it to Ah Jian and eat it ourselves?"

Chen Xinyi: ...... said that she didn't have a brain or lifted her, she just didn't have a brain at all!!

In the end, this box of apricot tarts still arrived in Yu Jian's hands safe and sound. She looked at the pattern on the box for a moment, and finally pursed her lips and bent the corners of her eyes, the mood was the happiest time in these days.

Huang Nuan told her that these apricot tarts have a nice name, called Provence at sunset. She also made a point of checking the Internet to find the place, where there is an endless sea of lavender flowers, an exquisite French courtyard, a vineyard and olive grove all over the mountains, and the oldest French delicious dishes.

Yu Jian is a little fascinated, one day, she will also step into every corner of the world, looking for those haunting lost dishes.

"The apricots are so sweet~" Yu Yuan was still cross-legged, and he didn't know when he pinched an apricot tart in his hand, licking the cream at the corner of his lips with taste, and sighed from time to time. Seeing his sister's gaze, he didn't forget Amway: "Sister, you eat it too, the apricots are sweet!"

He is like this, and those who don't know think that he is the real owner of these pastries!

Summer Japan is the season of apricots, and Yu Jian also picked up an apricot tart, which is a fresh fruity aroma in the nose, mixed with cream, and you don't need to eat it to know that it is a sweet taste. When you bite into it, the handmade apricot jam has a rich taste, the tart body is crispy, the cream is light and sweet, and the apricot meat overflows juice in the mouth, and the taste is rich in layers and feels fresh and refined.

Yu Jian slowly felt the wonderful taste brought to her by the pastry, and when she looked at the flashing mobile phone screen, a friend verification popped up, and she clicked her finger open-

Arrogant as I ask to add you as a friend.

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