Zhao Yumei was angry.

How do these people bully people like this?

She glared at the model with red eyes and bluntly asked her to compensate.

Blonde models can't save so much money in a year, and they still have to buy fashionable clothes and jewelry, where can they afford to lose?

"You didn't get it yourself!"

Since Zhao Yumei has come to a foreign country, she is ready to be bullied.

Simply call the police.

The model actually snatched her mobile phone directly.

Anyway, people from abroad don't understand a lot of things here.

So when she's bored, she wants to have some fun so that everyone's attention will be on her.

Who knew it would cause such trouble.

Just find a way to get this woman to compromise.

Just as she was about to say something, a deep male voice spoke.

"Is it the police? Well, we have someone here who deliberately damaged someone's property, oh yes, and she also snatched the victim's phone to prevent her from calling the police. ”

In addition, Xie Jiangcheng also asked the assistant of the branch to find a lawyer.

While the others were still stunned, Zhao Yumei was shocked by this familiar voice.

When I turned my head, it was the familiar smiling face.

"Hahaha, Sister Zhao, are you surprised? Surprised? ”

Song Bangyue jumped over happily and pulled her around in a circle.

A series of questions directly made Zhao Yumei cry.

The joy of meeting old acquaintances in a foreign land has reached its peak.

Seeing that it was a foreigner, the police's attitude was originally a bit perfunctory, but after Xie Jiangcheng found a local lawyer, the police's attitude took a 180-degree turn.

The police are also afraid of being targeted by lawyers.

Foreign lawyers are ruthless, that can really make you bankrupt.

The model didn't dare to play any more tricks, and was even more afraid of being caught, so she quickly lost money.

But because Zhao Yumei delayed the filming work, she was kicked out of the filming on the spot.

She was not discouraged.

"It's just a job, if you can't get this camera back, a year's work will be in vain."

Song Bangyue admired her enlightenment.

"Thanks to you two for coming, as a thank you, I treat you to dinner, a very authentic French cuisine."

No matter what country's cuisine, it seems high-end abroad, but it is considered home-cooked food in China.

The décor of this restaurant is simple and modest, but when it comes to the meal, there are many people.

Song Bangyue and the others came early, and after ordering the meal, it was overcrowded in less than half an hour.

After the meal, she raised her eyebrows after eating the baked snails.

"It's authentic."

But for Xie Jiangcheng, it is relatively ordinary.

He can taste the taste, the quality of the meat, and so on, and can taste the difference, but few seasonings can meet his standards.

So after a simple meal, I took out the lunch box I had prepared a long time ago and ate it.

There are two small cakes, a few vegetable rolls, and a few fried chicken thighs.

Well, this sweetness, this taste, it's really satisfying.

"Don't you like our signature dish, this guest?"

Seeing someone in the restaurant with a bento, is this looking down on the food he makes?

The open kitchen and dining room are separated by a single table.

The chef's words caught the attention of others.

Xie Jiangcheng didn't feel embarrassed at all, and continued to taste the vegetable rolls, "I'm sorry, I just like my wife's cooking. ”

He eats slowly, methodically, and with great grace and concentration.

This made the cook even more dissatisfied, "That's because you haven't eaten anything better." ”

Every chef is confident in his or her cooking skills.

"There's no better food than the food she cooks."

Even if Song Bangyue kept pulling the corners of his clothes, he was not modest.

The inhabitants of the romantic capital smiled at his reaction.

"Oh, this gentleman is so good-looking, I wonder if her wife can accept a third party?"

"If he's unmarried, it's the best one-night stand."

"His wife is the Asian look I like."

"It feels like he loves his wife very much."

"Dude, your bento is really good, it looks full of love."

Everyone seems to have gotten used to the chef's personality and joined in.

At this point, the chef simply ran to his table, "I don't believe it, unless you give me a taste." ”

He stared at Xie Jiangcheng's lunch box.

"I'll see, fried chicken, vegetable rolls and cakes, hey, I thought it was Chinese food."

Song Bangyue didn't understand a word of French he spoke, but he could see that he seemed to look down on this bento.

Xie Jiangcheng didn't want to give him any food, but such a tall and strong man was here, looking at it with a blank eye, and holding a plate bigger than the plate of his face, which was really unsightly.

Finally, pick and choose, cut the small cake in half, roll a vegetable, and fry a piece of chicken.

Putting it on that plate is like eating leftovers.

The chef wasn't disgusted, "I want to see how good it is." ”

He ate the cake first, after all, the vegetable roll looked unappetizing.

Woo~

The cake suitable for Xie Jiangcheng's taste is the same as no sugar for people abroad.

He frowned directly, "Is sugar expensive in your country?" ”

Xie Jiangcheng ignored him, the guy who couldn't taste it, there was no need to say more.

The fat chef didn't care about it at first, but the more he ate it, the more he felt that the cake tasted special.

"Well, there's cherries, yogurt, and a little orange zest, well, there's ...... in the filling."

He scratched his ears and thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't find the source of this unique flavor.

Song Bangyue simply told him the answer, "Salted egg yolk with taro paste." ”

It's a lightly sweet cake with a savory flavor.

The chef looked at the last cake with a blank eye, and Xie Jiangcheng ate it in two bites in front of him.

He had no choice but to target the fried chicken.

This is the last food he is looking forward to, after all, it can be found everywhere abroad, because it has already been played.

But he was surprised again, because there was other food in it.

It looks like a piece of chicken rice, but there's something else inside.

Chicken thighs are mixed with beef cubes, marinated in onions and other spices, and fried.

Two tastes, two enjoyments.

Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, the juice bursting out is sweet and salty, with a shallow spicy taste, delicious.

With the experience of the first two foods, he is full of anticipation for vegetable rolls.

He hates vegetables.

Poke it open and see that there are carrots, lettuce, shredded onions and other vegetables.

He took a bite, and the fragrance of the vegetables went straight to the heavenly spirit cover.

Even the mediocre skin is hidden.

Professional masters!

The fat chef's eyes when he looked at Song Bangyue suddenly changed.

"Madame, can you teach me your recipe?" His face changed very quickly, and he immediately pleaded pitifully.