"Are you alone?" Finally it was Ryoko's turn, and when she heard the handsome guy tall at the door ask her in Esperanto, she quickly nodded and bowed.

"Yes."

Fang Zilu narrowed his eyes: "Are you a neon man?" This accent with a peculiar tone......

Ryoko raised her face and looked at him blankly, and asked expectantly, "Neon...... Man, can't you go in?"

"Of course not, please come in." Fang Zilu smiled faintly and moved away.

Liangzi was a little uneasy, and looked up at him from time to time behind Fang Zilu, only to feel that this man was really tall, and he had strong biceps, which was completely different from the thin neon man.

She was alone and ordered only a small amount of food except for the bottom pot. However, the dim sum part of the picture made her hesitate for a long time, touched her empty belly, and then made a difficult choice.

As far as the eye could see, there was warm smoke, and occasionally diners chatting and laughing, and Ryoko sat alone in the corner, shaking her feet, alone.

"There's a neon man." Fang Zilu's lips curled and complained to Chef Lai.

Chef Lai sliced the fish fillet, the corners of his eyes pressed slightly, and said angrily, "Let's open the door for business and don't drive customers out. But if anyone wants to make trouble, I'm not a vegetarian!" As he spoke, the sharp knife snapped and nailed it to the board.

Fang Zilu was embarrassed, quickly took two steps away, patted his little heart and said, "Calm and calm, she is just a little girl, she doesn't look like she is here to make trouble."

"It's not the best-" Chef Lai was stunned, which made Fang Zilu's heart tremble again, he pinched the handle of the knife with two fingers, flipped his wrist, and the big fish that was still shaking its tail was silent.

The soles of Fang Zilu's feet slipped and hurriedly slipped away.

Liangzi only waited for less than ten minutes, and a waiter served her the bottom of the Jiugong pot and a few dishes, seeing that she was an oriental face, and kindly introduced her: "The middle is the bottom of the Chinese secret Buddha jumping over the wall, you can drink a bowl of soup before shabu-shabu."

Buddha jumping over the wall? Is it the Buddha she knows about jumping over the wall? It is said to be a combination of dozens of precious ingredients, and it is very ...... Expensive. She confirmed again: "You Jiugong pot, really only 99 rooster coins?"

"Yes."

Liangzi stuck out her tongue, and couldn't help but think of the neon meal standard, she had already asked the neon clerk just now, the price of the set meal is 668, if you want to add dishes, you need to pay extra, this comparison, Huaxia has a complete advantage in price, and the ingredients used are not inferior to neon, no wonder it can attract so many people.

After holding the spoon in both hands and praying in a low voice, Ryoko began to observe the bowl of golden soup, and before she could eat it, she smelled a strange aroma, which made her feel that she was accepting all rivers. Scoop up a little with a spoon, and the yellow soup slowly drip down between the spoons, flowing and sticky, and there are various ingredients cut into small pieces.

She took a small sip, and the multiple umami flavors rushed into her mouth wildly, and just this one bite made her feel the prosperity of time. Because I was in a hurry, the large piece of beef that was supposed to be used was replaced with a frosty beef fillet, and as soon as I bit into it, the fresh meat soaked in the soup burst into juice, and the layer by layer was as rich and full of vitality as the mountains and mountains, and the taste of the oil, the fresh mushrooms of the mountains, and the taste of the fresh fish were perfectly integrated.

Liangzi held a small bowl, and his whole face was pious, as if he had been guided by a high monk, and he felt the threshold of truth in just a moment.

She remembered her elderly grandmother, a woman who came to Neon from China in her early years due to the impact of the war, and when she was dying, she took her little hand and told her: "Huaxia is the place that is really worth learning from......

Liangzi's heart was originally not a solid fortress, and a certain corner at the bottom showed signs of loosening.

Fang Zilu leaned on the bar, always paying attention to the movements in the corner. Seeing the little girl almost crying when she was moved by a bowl of Buddha jumping over the wall, she was so funny in her heart. Neon people think that what they eat is peerless, but they don't want to follow where it is? If Master Ah Huan were to be a real Buddha jumping over the wall, they would not be allowed to kneel on the ground and worship-

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer dishes on the little girl's table, Fang Zilu beckoned

The waiter delivers a snack after the meal.

"What is this?" Ryoko looked at the ni version of dim sum on the tray that was exactly the same as the Jiugong pot, and covered her mouth in surprise. It's so pretty, isn't it?

"This is the dim sum you wanted, Jiugong pot glutinous rice balls."

The small brown brown paper bowl is also evenly divided into nine equal portions, and the bottom is white semi-solidified milk, revealing a burst of sweet fragrance.

Among the nine grids, there are glutinous rice balls made from different fruits, emerald green kiwifruit, red strawberry color, and golden orange color...... It was dazzling to see Ryoko. She pinched one, white and chubby glutinous rice fell some millet crumbs on the top of her head, took a bite, soft and glutinous beating on the tip of the tongue, the fragrance of the fruit mixed with the unique stickiness of glutinous rice, and captured the girl's heart at once.

Each glutinous rice is a different taste, and Liangzi takes a bite of it, and when she encounters a favorite fruit flavor, she has to taste it well. Even the milk used as the base of the hot pot soup tastes surprisingly good, with a rich almond aroma, like clotted fat, which looks very sweet, but when you really eat it, you only have a faint sweetness in your mouth.

This is the kind of snack that everyone will love for it! Ryoko had already eaten a lot, but before she knew it, she had killed an entire box of glutinous rice balls, and she touched her stomach with satisfaction.

When checking out, she carefully checked the contents of the bill, "Don't you have to pay the service fee?"

Fang Zilu laughed: "No, this is just an ordinary restaurant in Huaxia, and there are no additional costs."

Ryoko said "oh" thoughtfully, and took out the money happily. Putting away the wallet, she bowed deeply to Fang Zilu and said softly, "Thank you for allowing me to taste such delicious food."

This move didn't make Fang Zilu work, he touched his head, and the second monk couldn't figure it out, so he could only snort.

Ryoko pushed open the door of Huaxia Restaurant, and the wind was still gusting outside, but her stomach filled with delicious food made her no longer afraid of the cold. The door to the neon restaurant was empty, and she thought for a moment before turning to the side.

……

"Are you one?" The neon waiter looked at the somewhat skinny Ryoko and asked.

Ryoko made a neon salute and replied in neon language, "Yes."

It turned out to be a native. The waitress immediately became enthusiastic, and her feet in white socks flew up, and she was directly taken to the best position, and introduced, "Later, Watanabe-sama will personally show you how to make neon sweets, and this is the place with the best view."

"Really?" Ryoko's eyes lit up.

"Do you order now?" The waiter graciously pulls out the menu.

Ryoko is a little weak-hearted, she has just eaten enough, and she can't eat anything now. But I couldn't bear to disobey the waiter's sales, so I could only hastily hook a few expensive single dishes, so I sent the waiter away.

And in the corner where she couldn't see, the waiter pursed her lips and muttered, "Where did the soil buns come from, I can't even afford to eat a set meal." Watanabe-sama is really, how can all kinds of people invite—" He thought that Ryoko was the trust that Watanabe-sama had found!

Ryoko sat upright on the couch and looked around carefully with her neck locked. There were only a handful of foreign faces at the table in the restaurant, and all the people sitting near her were neon people. She pursed her lips and thought about the waiter's words just now, seeming to ...... Is this kind of seat guidance also deliberately arranged?

Just when she was puzzled, Watanabe Muraichi arrived in the cheers of everyone. He was still the same pampered and unfazed look, and Ryoko was so excited that his hands were about to turn red.

"Thank you all for coming—" Watanabe opened his arms and saluted, causing another cheer from the crowd.

He smiled, his eyes sharpened, and he was satisfied to see that the seats were full. Then came his performance moment.

"I'm going to show you my most developed new dim sum product, Angel Wings."

A white Japanese fruit quietly appeared in front of everyone. The angelic-like wings with a hint of decadent beauty bring out the elegance and mystery of Wagashi......

Ryoko's eyes widened in disbelief—

Angel wings? Isn't this the Japanese fruit she developed?

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