"Poof."

I don't know who laughed, but it was very obvious in the quiet private room.

Gu Lingsi, who was sitting on the main seat, twisted his eyebrows and glanced at Tang Xue reproachfully.

Tang Xue pouted dissatisfied.

Gu Lingsi patted the back of her hand affectionately as a comfort.

Then he crossed Tang Xue, and his tone was gentle, like a feather gently brushing:

"I'll help you, Mingdai, what do you want to eat? I heard that the restaurant has fresh and airlifted Brittany shrimp today, why don't you try it? Mr. Henry's French lobster bisque tastes great. ”

"No, you don't."

The tone seemed a little stiff, and Ming Dai thought about it and added a "thank you".

Gu Lingsi's eyes widened slightly, and he was surprised that he was rejected.

"But ......"

Ming Dai didn't hear her and reached out to summon the waiter.

"I don't seem to see Provencal stew on the menu?"

Her pronunciation of F is average, and her knowledge of F is limited to being able to read menus and basic dialogue, so she does not force her to speak F.

But Tang Xue seemed to have grasped something, and immediately laughed at Ming Dai:

"These waiters are all F people who can't understand Chinese! And what is a Provencal stew? Will anyone really eat this kind of F-country cooking at such a high-end restaurant? ”

"Really?"

Ming Dai leaned back in the chair slightly, and the demeanor that had been trained deep into the bone marrow in her previous life was naturally revealed.

Although she wears badly tasted pot lid bangs and black-rimmed glasses, she still looks like a princess who is watched by her subjects, noble and beautiful to the bone.

She turned her head sideways and asked the blonde waiter, "You don't know Chinese?" ”

The tone was an overly reasonable question.

The subtext is - your store is open in China, but dare not speak Chinese?

The waiter immediately bowed his head humbly and switched seamlessly:

"Of course not, guests, before coming to China, we have undergone professional language training, and we must ensure that we can provide the best experience for each Chinese guest."

The pronunciation is a little awkward, but it doesn't hinder the fluency.

There was silence in the box.

This restaurant has been open for more than half a year, and they have been here several times.

Today is the first time I know that these waiters can speak Chinese!

Almost everyone had a little fever on their faces, especially Tang Xue, who questioned loudly, who was simply roasted on the fire!

How could Tang Xue, who has always been arrogant, admit defeat easily, and retorted inwardly:

"Well, so what! Less slapping a swollen face and being fat! ”

Ming Dai didn't even bother to sweep the tail of her eyes, and continued to speak in Chinese:

"In that case, please help me ask the chef if I can serve a Provencal stew."

The waiter should be warm and quickly walked out of the box.

Tang Xue gritted her teeth, wanting to wait to see Ming Dai's joke!

After a while, the sound of hurried footsteps was remembered outside the door, and a chubby white old man with a big nose in a black chef's uniform strode in.

It's Mr. Henry! Gu Lingsi, they have come here to eat so many times, and it is the first time they have seen each other!

Another first! It's because of Ming Dai again!

In an instant, the way they looked at Ming Dai became complicated!

And Ming Dai didn't realize it.

As soon as Mr. Henry stood still, he hurriedly asked:

"Excuse me, which Provençal stew you ordered?"

His Chinese pronunciation is a little bad, and his voice is loud, which at first glance sounds like he is scolding.

"Heh, this is to make Mr. Henry angry and come to her to settle accounts, it is simply a defilement of other people's cooking skills......"

Tang Xue's eyebrows fluttered and complained, as if she was going to see the excitement of Ming Dai's face landing in the next second!

Mingdai was unfazed and looked up to meet Mr. Henry's gaze.

"It's me, what's the matter, sir?"

Mr. Henry's "anger" disappeared suddenly, and a soft smile erupted into his round and red face.

"May I ask, why are you ordering this dish?"

"Because I've heard that Monsieur Henry's specialty dish is Provençal stew, and I came to this restaurant today to try it."

Mingda explained slowly, observing Mr. Henry's expression to make sure he understood what he was saying.

Everyone else at the table was silent.

Tang Xue grinded her back molars even more, muttering with hatred:

"What are you kidding, the chef's specialty dish is a home-cooked meal!"

She was quickly slapped in the face.

Mr. Henry's face quickly blossomed with a dazzling flower:

"I didn't expect that in the distant country of China, there would be people who would know my specialty! Yes, yes, what I do best is Provençal stew, it means a lot to me, it was the main dish of the first restaurant I opened, unfortunately ......"

It's a pity what, he didn't continue.

Instead, he promised Mingdai:

"Don't worry, I will definitely make this stew well and not disappoint my guests!"

Only then did he say goodbye to Ming Dai gracefully and leave.

The box was even more silent until another footsteps approached.

Xia Ling didn't just come back, she had been standing at the door for a while, watching Tang Xue's difficulties with Ming Dai throughout the whole process.

God knows how hard it took her to suppress her anger and endure it until now.

The first thing he did when he sat down again was to lift his eyelids and look at Tang Xue with an angry face.

Between those eyebrows and eyes, there is the cold arrogance that these people here are familiar with:

"After a few years of being rich, you forgot your ancestors, this is the tutor of the Tang family?"

Tang Xue's eyes were red on the spot!

Ming Dai knows the inside story-

Although the Tang family is rich, it has become rich in the past 30 years, starting by mining, and the whole family wants to get rid of their background and squeeze up, and these years have indeed been fruitful, at least no one will scold them for being nouveau riche behind their backs.

The Tang family is probably above the third-rate in the upper circle of Yanjing, only one line away from the second-rate, plus the momentum is very strong, most people will give them face, otherwise how could Tang Xue be raised so arrogant?

But these are all nonsense in front of the Xia family.

Don't care how favored Tang Xue is in the Tang family, if she offends Xia Ling, the future ruler of the Xia family, her father and brother who love her will still pressure her to go to the old mansion of the Xia family to bear the guilt!

So at the moment, even if Tang Xue was questioned by Xia Ling in person, he still didn't dare to refute half a sentence, and lowered his head and said yes.

Xia Ling did not reveal this, but raised his eyebrows:

"Crying for what? Aren't you happy when you use your identity to suppress people? Are you unhappy when you are pressed? Sorry, I thought you liked it. ”

Everyone was silent, and no one dared to come out to help Tang Xue speak.

Even Ning Xu, who was the only one who could compete with Xia Ling at the end of his seat, was lazily leaning on a chair, his eyes were playful, and he had no intention of coming forward.

"yes, I'm sorry......"

Tang Xue lowered her head, tears coming out of her eyes!

Gu Lingsi couldn't sit still after all, and his gentle and noble expression was almost broken:

"Xia Ling, Tang Xue knows that she is wrong, she is a child's heart, don't worry about her, you can be regarded as giving me face."

"Little children? So I'm her mother? Deserve to be used to her? ”

Xia Ling crossed his arms and sneered.

Miss Iceberg has a poisonous tongue, but she still doesn't let it go.