Happy new year, give birth to your son early! " Lin Kesong said half-jokingly, hoping to ease the awkward atmosphere.
At this moment, the door opened and Song Yiran walked in.
"Who and who gave birth to your son early?"
"Who else?" Lin Kesong asked with a smile.
Chu Ting also pulled out an embarrassed smile and said, "It's nothing, Ke Song is making trouble for me!"
After that, Chu Ting's attitude towards Lin Kesong was much better, and she didn't say so many implied words.
At the same time, in the most luxurious VIP room of the Wave Hotel, Jiang Qianfan sat upright at the table, with a solemn expression that made everyone present not knowing what to say.
☆、One thousand dollars = one day tour guide fee
He has a face that can't be held back.
Three-dimensional facial features with a kind of refined elegance. Whether it is the height of the brow bone or the turning of the line of the corner of the eye, it is just right.
And his eyes are like obsidian, obviously invisible, but extremely deep.
As long as everyone's eyes fall into his eyes, there is an illusion as if they were seen through.
"That, Mr. Jiang... Our chefs will serve you their signature dishes one after another. We hope you will review them one by one and give your professional opinions."
Jiang Qianfan turned his face slightly and said to the special assistant beside him, "Li Yan, describe the dining environment of the Langhua Hotel for me."
Li Yan leaned slightly towards Jiang Qianfan and said in an objective tone: "The decoration of the hotel is retro, in the style of the late Qing Dynasty. All the dining tables and chairs are made of wood. The scenery is close to the artistic conception of a small bridge and flowing water. It is used for decoration in the VIP hall. It is also a famous ink painting. The ground is clean and the table top is dust-free and greasy. Compared with other restaurants, the waiters here seem to have received more professional training.”
"What about the speed of serving?" Jiang Qianfan's voice was smooth, making it impossible to guess whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied with Li Yan's description.
"By the time we passed the lobby, two-thirds of the guests had already had hot dishes. At least the other tables had appetizers."
"Pour me a cup of tea." Jiang Qianfan said lightly.
Just as Zhao Dong was about to step forward, assistant Li Yan shook his hand at Zhao Dong, got up in person, touched the temperature of the teapot, and poured tea for Jiang Qianfan.
He held the teapot skillfully, and when the tea fell two-thirds of the way into the cup, he put it away, and not a drop of water leaked out.
Jiang Qianfan took a sip of his tea.
The dishes came up one by one, and Zhao Dong explained in great detail that the materials and craftsmanship of each dish were extremely detailed.
And for each dish, Jiang Qianfan will only deliver it to his mouth once.
His chewing was slow, and every time he swallowed, the others followed him nervously and swallowed.
Everyone looked at him eagerly, hoping that he could say at least one word of evaluation, such as "delicious" or "not delicious."
Until the sea cucumber soup was delivered to him.
Zhao Dong wanted to say something, Li Yan shook his head at him.
"Director Zhao, in fact, as long as Mr. Jiang takes a bite, he will know the ingredients of the dish, the cooking method, and the chef's skills."
"...Oh, no wonder the industry says that Mr. Jiang has an 'absolute sense of taste'! So it is!"
Jiang Qianfan scooped up a spoonful of sea cucumber soup and put it into his mouth after blowing it cool.
In less than a second, he took the teacup and spit out the soup.
"What... what's wrong? Is there anything wrong with this soup?" Zhao Dong stood up anxiously.
The other escorts were also very nervous.
"If it were in my restaurant, I wouldn't be delivering soup like this to my guests."
"What?" Zhao Dong was dumbfounded and said angrily to the people around him, "Who is the chef of this soup? Call me here!"
In less than three minutes, a cook in his thirties hurried over with his hat.
Zhao Dong couldn't help but scolded his face and face: "It turns out to be you! Li Dexin! Your master also said that you are a good seedling, and asked me to recruit you into our Langhua Hotel! That's how you repay me? This sea cucumber soup is for What Mr. Jiang tasted, you made Mr. Jiang unable to eat!"
The chef named Li Dexin was completely stunned on the spot.
"From this moment on, you have been fired!"
Li Dexin clenched his fists. He wanted to explain something, but he finally swallowed the words.
Just as he was about to take off the chef's hat, Jiang Qianfan, who had been silent, spoke up.
The slightly cool voice revolved unhurriedly in this space like cold red wine.
"Your name is Li Dexin?"
"Yes, Mr. Jiang."
"This sea cucumber soup shows that you have a perfect balance of taste and mastery of heat. Your cooking skills are superb, but even the best chef can't cover up some flaws. You can use such poor quality ingredients to make a soup It’s rare to find that the taste and taste of the wine have improved to this level.”
"Mr. Jiang? What do you mean..." Zhao Dong didn't hear any reprimand from Jiang Qianfan to Li Dexin, and even... was complimenting
"Dong Zhao, I think there is a big problem with your hotel management, that is procurement. Among the ingredients used in all your dishes, beef, mutton and duck are not the freshest. Of course, the worst quality is this sea cucumber, After it was airlifted to your hotel, it was not refrigerated in the most appropriate way. These issues are absolutely not allowed in my restaurant. Obviously, I disagree with you on the restaurant business philosophy. So , we are not the most suitable partner.”
Zhao Dong was completely dumbfounded.
The Wave Hotel is now famous, and there are countless guests who come to dine. If you have to use the ingredients of the day, the pressure is too great, and considering the cost, you have to make some concessions.
But Zhao Dong didn't expect that Jiang Qianfan could even taste these? Is this nitpicking
He looked at Jiang Qianfan's assistant Li Yan, who just shook his head at him with a helpless expression.
Jiang Qianfan had already stood up at this time, threw off his blind cane, and walked towards the door.
When he passed by Li Dexin, he said, "I have a seafood restaurant in Manhattan. If you want to try your hand at it, you know how to find it. There, you will get the freshest ingredients."
After speaking, Jiang Qianfan walked out, and assistant Li Yan quickly followed.
Li Dexin couldn't believe what he had just heard.
Jiang Qianfan is the biggest legend in the Chinese food industry, not only because he has become a three-Michelin-starred chef in New York at the age of eighteen, but also because under his management, Jiang's 20 restaurants in the United States In 2019, six restaurants have been awarded two Michelin stars, and three restaurants have been awarded three Michelin stars for three consecutive years, and that Manhattan seafood restaurant is one of them.
When Li Dexin heard that Zhao Dong was going to fire him, he thought his career as a chef was over. After leaving the Wave Hotel, I was afraid that it would be difficult to gain a foothold in other restaurants, but Jiang Qianfan personally extended an olive branch to him
For Lin Kesong, the meal ended in a harmonious atmosphere.
Before leaving, Song Yiran asked if he wanted to send Lin Kesong home. Lin Kesong shook his head and said that he still wanted to go to the mall to buy something.
She has no hobby of making light bulbs.
Song Yiran didn't rush to leave, and still stood at the door of the hotel chatting with Lin Kesong.
"Hey, I said today's sea cucumber soup, what do you think is bad?"
"...Actually, my mother had stewed sea cucumber soup before, and thought it was delicious. But today's sea cucumber soup is not very fresh."
At this moment, surrounded by many, Jiang Qianfan and his assistant came out.
I just heard what Lin Kesong said.
Jiang Qianfan's footsteps stopped slightly, his face turned to the direction Lin Kesong was standing.
Li Yan turned to Zhao Dong, who was catching up, and said, "Now even your guests can taste the problem of sea cucumber soup. Zhao Dong, we are very disappointed in the Wave Hotel."
After speaking, Li Yan took Jiang Qianfan into the car, and the car sped away.
When Zhao Dong was about to lose his temper at Lin Kesong, who was adding fuel to the fire, he found that Lin Kesong had gone far.
Lin Kesong was carrying a bag. In fact, she didn't really want to go shopping, she just didn't want to see Song Yiran and Chu Ting kissing me.
In Bentley, who was running against her, Jiang Qianfan, who had been silent for a while, suddenly said, "What about the person who just stood at the entrance of the Wave Hotel and pointed out that the sea cucumbers are not fresh?"
Li Yan quickly looked back: "She is walking on the road alone, as if she is going to take the subway."
"I have something to ask her."
Li Yan was stunned for a moment, then immediately turned around to the driver and caught up with the girl.
So after more than ten seconds, when a black Bentley parked arrogantly beside Lin Kesong, Lin Kesong was taken aback.
She leaned in. Just now I saw that the situation was not good, and left the scene in three or two steps. Wasn't that Zhao Dong who sent someone to beat him
But when the car window was rolled down, what Lin Kesong saw was the blind iceberg handsome guy he saw at the door of the hotel
"Is it because you tasted that the sea cucumbers in the Langhua Hotel are not fresh?"
Jiang Qianfan's voice was cold.
Lin Ke Song could not hear the slightest emotional fluctuation.
She even wanted to probe each other's breath. Is this guy alive? Or a vampire
"I think so. I think I have the right to express my own feelings, right? And I didn't go to the Internet to post news to affect the reputation of the Wave Hotel!"
Lin Kesong wanted to look tougher. If she had known her earlier, she would not have refused to let Song Yiran send her home.
"You misunderstood, miss. Mr. Jiang's evaluation is the same as yours. Because the chef's craftsmanship is very good, he handles the stale sea cucumber very well. But you can taste it, which shows that you have a good taste." Li Yan, who was beside Jiang Qianfan, explained gently.
Lin Kesong secretly exhaled. It's not like the Wave Hotel was sent to seek revenge.
"Are you from here?" Jiang Qianfan said again.
Each of his interrogative sentences sounded like declarative sentences to Lin Kesong, pressing her nerves slightly.
"Yes."
"Are you familiar with the city's snacks?"
After Jiang Qianfan finished speaking, Li Yan on the side showed a surprised expression.
"Of course I am familiar. I have eaten in this city since I was a child. The real distinctive things are never those in the Wave Hotel, but those in some old brands or small shops in the streets and alleys."
At this time, Jiang Qianfan suddenly opened the car door and walked out.
"I'll pay you $1,000 a day for the tour guide to take me to taste these snacks. If there are any of these snacks that make me feel good, I'll pay you another $500 as a reward."
"What?" Lin Kesong thinks that he is hallucinating
Take him to eat and drink to earn a thousand dollars a day? Is this guy okay
☆, Granny Wang's Fried Liver
"If you don't want to, forget it."
Jiang Qianfan was about to turn back to the car when Lin Kesong immediately grabbed his arm like a rocket: "Yes! Yes! Is a thousand dollars in cash, transfer or check!"
When she finished shouting this sentence, she suddenly felt as if she lowered her head, which was not very arrogant, in front of money, revealing her dog-legged nature when Song Yiran enslaved herself with spicy crayfish.
But a thousand dollars! Equivalent to more than 6,000 yuan!
If you really want to go to New York, you must bring some capital with you!
He earns a thousand dollars a day, but he is just taking this unsightly Mr. Bingshan to eat and drink. It's just income from labor, why not
But Jiang Qianfan frowned and retracted his arm with great force.
Oops... Could it be that I'm too impatient and annoyed the boss
"Miss, Mr. Jiang doesn't like others touching him." Assistant Li Yan reminded.
Lin Kesong quickly retracted his hand.
"In addition, Mr. Jiang is a very important figure in the Chinese food industry. Especially his sense of taste. So I hope you will not take him to eat anything that affects his health or a place with a dirty environment."
Li Yan's suggestion is very clear.
Lin Kesong didn't know what to say for a while. Jiang Qianfan said that he wanted to eat something special, but the special snacks probably couldn't meet Li Yan's requirements.
At this time, Jiang Qianfan threw his blind stick away.
That movement is very elegant, with the calmness and sharpness of an ancient swordsman when he wields his sword.
He stretched out the other end of the blind stick to Lin Kesong, motioned her to hold it, and said, "Let's go."
"Mr. Jiang, why don't you take a car?"
"No. Get in that car and you're not going anywhere."
"But... Mr. Jiang... You're not used to taking taxis!"
Li Yan didn't dare to touch Jiang Qianfan, but he held down Lin Kesong who was leading the way. Lin Kesong was in a dilemma.
It seems that this thousand dollars is not easy to earn.
Also, what's wrong with taking a taxi
Jiang Qianfan was silent.
Li Yan had no choice but to say to Lin Kesong: "If you are taking a taxi to go somewhere, you must remember to take the initiative to open the door for Mr. Jiang.
Mr. Jiang will not touch things that many people have touched. And remember, you have to hold the door frame, and don't let Mr. Jiang bump into yourself. You have to put a cushion on Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang will not sit in a place where many people have sat! After you sit down, you have to roll down the glass of the taxi to ventilate! Mr. Jiang doesn't like the smell of cigarettes and other peculiar smells! "
Lin Kesong couldn't hold back the dark lines on his face.
To put it bluntly, this Mr. Jiang is not only blind, but also a clean freak!
Isn't it said that out of sight is pure
What's wrong with him being so clean
At this time, Jiang Qianfan finally spoke up.
"I wouldn't take the subway, bus or taxi."
Lin Kesong could only look at the shiny Bentley, and sincerely suggested to go by car.
But the next sentence Jiang Qianfan said completely left Lin Kesong speechless.
"Can you ride a bike?"
"It will be six years old."
"Li Yan, you go buy a bicycle now. Let her take me there on a bicycle."
Lin Kesong was dumbfounded, "What?"
It's not that she hasn't brought anyone. When the school organized a bicycle outing, the young master Song Yiran fell ill, so he had to ride with him for more than two hours as a girl, causing back pain the next day, especially his legs were even walking. Stop walking.
"This is too dangerous!" Li Yan objected again.
"You are my assistant, and your job is to meet my demands rather than keep vetoing my decisions."
Jiang Qianfan's voice was cold.
Li Yan's face was a little ugly.
"Yes, Mr. Jiang."
Lin Kesong awkwardly pulled the other end of Jiang Qianfan's blind stick and stood on the road.
Many pedestrians passing by couldn't help but look at them more. After all, Jiang Qianfan has a very good appearance and a very alienated temperament, but Lin Kesong now feels that he is walking a handsome guy... Ah, he is being walked by a handsome iceberg.
Li Yan's work efficiency is beyond Lin Kesong's imagination. Within fifteen minutes, they had bought a bicycle.
Lin Kesong glanced at the price posted on it, almost scared to death, it was enough for her two-month internship salary!
Not only that, they also put Jiang Qianfan's special tableware, tissues, etc. in the front basket.
Li Yan also took pictures of Lin Kesong's ID card, which meant that if something happened to his Mr. Jiang, they would call the police to arrest her.
When things got to this point, Lin Kesong suddenly didn't want to take on this job.
There is no pie in the sky...
Lin Kesong held the bicycle and said bravely, "You can sit on it, Mr. Jiang."
"Um."
Jiang Qianfan sat up, and Lin Kesong gritted his teeth and stepped out.
Fortunately, there was Song Yiran to practice for her, otherwise how could she ride so heroically with Jiang Qianfan, a big man who measured 1.85 meters? Wrong... It's heroic.
"What's your name?" Jiang Qianfan asked behind him.
"Lin Kesong." Lin Kesong took a breath, the gold owner behind him must be treated carefully, "Does Mr. Jiang have any special preference for snacks?"
"As long as it's something you can't get in a typical high-end restaurant."
Such a cold voice came from behind, and Lin Kesong's back, which was sweating from the hard pedaling, was chilly again.
Lin Kesong searched quickly in his mind.
Bicycles also stay away from the high street and head towards some side streets.
"Mr. Jiang, since it's a folk snack, it's definitely not as particular as the Wave Hotel. It's just the taste, not the quality."
Lin Ke Song had to give this Mr. Jiang a vaccination in advance. It doesn't matter if it doesn't suit his taste, if he expresses dissatisfaction and unhappiness in the place where he eats, the scene will be very embarrassing!
"Um."
"That... I chose a place that I think is relatively clean. I've eaten in a place where I haven't had a stomach upset once in 20 years."
"Um."
"It's just that they write about the small shops on the street or in the hutong, and some shops are the other's homes."
"Um."
Lin Kesong suddenly felt that he was running out of words.
My dear, can you say anything other than "um"
Also sitting behind her bicycle, Lin Kesong suddenly felt that Song Yiran was definitely "cute" compared to this Mr. Jiang!
"Mr. Jiang, what's your name?" Lin Kesong felt that it would be too embarrassing if he didn't even know the name of the person sitting on his bicycle frame.
"Jiang Qianfan."
This is the answer, three words. For example, which "thousand" and which "sail", there is no additional explanation at all.
It wasn't until a few seconds later that Lin Kesong finally realized that the other party's name might be "Jiang Qianfan".
When the river flows to the east, thousands of sails are gone.
The name sounded a little sad and melancholy.
But the owner of the name is so indifferent that people don't know how to get along.
Lin Kesong pedaled his bicycle in the dullness, and finally came to a roadside stall. An old woman was surrounded by a pot, stirring slowly.
In front of several folding tables, several young couples were eating slowly, talking and laughing to each other. There was a subconscious drooling aroma in the air, Lin Kesong couldn't help swallowing before he stopped.
She tapped on one foot and said, "Mr. Jiang, we're here. Granny Wang's fried liver is something I grew up eating."
Jiang Qianfan got out of the car, and Lin Kesong realized at this time that Li Yan had bought a bicycle but not a lock!
She had no choice but to put the bicycle aside, put a napkin on the folding chair, asked Jiang Qianfan to sit down, and whispered in his ear, "Because this is a snack stall, the bowls and chopsticks are washed casually. After boiling it in hot water, it will be sterilized. Would you mind?"
Jiang Qianfan turned his face away, obviously displeased with Lin Kesong's approach.
"It's good to be able to do that."
Lin Kesong happily went to Grandma Wang to order fried liver. Even Song Yiran, the snarky guy, would shamelessly ask her to pack Granny Wang's fried liver and bring him to school. She didn't believe that Mr. Jiang would think Granny Wang's fried liver was not delicious!
Lin Kesong took the fried liver from Granny Wang and carefully brought it to Jiang Qianfan, "Mr. Jiang, it's a little hot, be careful."
She leaned the spoon against the edge of the bowl and wanted to touch the spoon with Jiang Qianfan's hand, but remembered that Li Yan said he didn't like others touching him, so she could only sit quietly beside him.
Jiang Qianfan lowered his head, and warm steam wafted up, with the rich aroma of fried liver.
He has long eyelashes and a very high nose. Under such thin heat, the originally cold facial features softened.
Lin Kesong felt a deep pity in his heart. If he could see it, it probably really fits the girl's fantasies about the president Kuangba and cool... This is the first time she has seen anyone whose appearance can be compared to Song Yiran's big lob.
Jiang Qianfan's eating movements are restrained and elegant, slow but not hypocritical and feminine.
On the contrary, Lin Kesong must admit that it is really very entertaining.
When the lips are opened, the tip of his tongue can be seen slightly, and the moment when he touches the spoon, this indifferent man has a little more sensuality.
It's just that he only took one bite and put down the spoon.
"What's wrong? Isn't it delicious?"
"As far as the ingredients are concerned, the pork liver is very fresh, and the pork intestines are very clean. After the oil is hot, add star anise and fennel and fry them thoroughly, then add the raw garlic. After frying until golden brown, add an appropriate amount of yellow sauce and boil it. Mushroom soup. After mixing with each other, it is thickened. Originally, the internal organs are the most difficult ingredients to handle, but this fried liver has extracted the most delicious feeling of pig intestines and pig liver."
"So you think it's delicious?" Lin Kesong's eyes lit up.
She remembered that Jiang Qianfan said that if he took him to taste something that made him feel delicious, in addition to the tour guide fee of 1,000 US dollars, there would be a reward of 500 US dollars!
"It's really rare that an ordinary roadside stall can do this. But it's not delicious."
Lin Kesong is embarrassed. What's not good about? Why isn't it delicious? Why isn't it delicious
This is simply an insult to Granny Wang's decades of craftsmanship!
☆, capitalist = spurned
"There are too many mushrooms in the mushroom soup. The right amount of mushrooms can add flavor to the liver and intestines, but if the amount is too much, it will cover up the best part of this snack."
After speaking, Jiang Qianfan was ready to get up.
Lin Kesong looked at the bowl of fried liver that had hardly been touched, and was distressed to death. Every time I take Granny Wang's fried liver to the gluttonous cats in the dormitory, they can't wait to lick the box clean. But Jiang Qianfan only took one bite and pointed at Jiangshan.
Lin Kesong didn't want Granny Wang to see that there was so much left, so she quickly took the spoon that Jiang Qianfan had used and ate half a bowl in two or three times, almost burning the ceiling.
Jiang Qianfan tapped the table with his blind stick and whispered, "Let's go. Go to the next place."
Lin Kesong wiped his mouth casually, thinking that Granny Wang's fried liver is not to your taste. In such a big city, there is always a snack that suits your taste!
She stabilized the bicycle, Jiang Qianfan sat up, Lin Kesong was thinking about where to go next.
Gradually, they came to an alley. The cobblestone road under the wheel is not so complete, and it can't help but bump up.
Lin Kesong swayed several times. She thought that Mr. Jiang behind her would at least grab her or the cushion, but he always calmly dropped his hands on his legs.
This made Lin Kesong have bad intentions.
She deliberately shouted "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" and rode forward crookedly.
But what's disappointing is that the balance ability of blind people is not very good, but Jiang Qianfan has always been sitting behind her as steady as a mountain, without even a single exclamation.
"My hearing is very good, Miss Lin. There are very few pedestrians on this road. Although the road is not smooth, you should be able to control the balance well with your ability."
Jiang Qianfan's voice came from behind him coldly.
Lin Kesong's heart sank suddenly.
She just wanted to make a little joke, wouldn't she be charged "tour guide fee"
"That... I just think the atmosphere is a little cold, just liven up the atmosphere... Hehe... "
She also did the same thing to Song Yiran, this guy would shamelessly say "to die together", and then the two of them laughed.
But when the person in the back seat was replaced by Jiang Qianfan, he was really dead.
"The relationship between me and you is nothing but an employment and employment relationship, and there is no need for an active atmosphere."
Jiang Qianfan's voice was as smooth as a machine, even with a cool metallic texture.
Lin Kesong found himself speechless.
While riding the bike, she thought to herself, what kind of environment does this Mr. Jiang live in. Don't you understand even the most basic human customs? Even if they are just hired and hired, she is so hard to ride him through these streets and alleys, doesn't she even have the qualifications to talk and laugh
Seeing that he took a luxury car to the Langhua Hotel, the director of the hotel personally greeted him, and the assistant Li Yan also looked like he cared to death for him, saying that he was an important person—mostly a capitalist!
Capitalists are to be spurned!
When they came to the end of the alley, at the intersection with a street, Lin Kesong stopped.
There was a burst of the smell of frying pan, and the strong aroma of sauce, Lin Kesong subconsciously licked his lips.
"Mr. Jiang, here we are. Let's try the belly popping here. Generally, people from other places like to go to some famous snack street or commercial street to eat popping belly. In fact, it's just to fool outsiders. Do it more authentically.”
Apart from introducing the food, Lin Ke Song no longer wanted to say anything else to him.
As usual, before Jiang Qianfan sat down, she wiped the seat for him with a tissue, and the top of the small table was not shiny at all.
Lin Kesong thought to himself, before he went to his uncle's restaurant, he was already a waiter...
When she leaned down, she faintly smelled a refreshing fragrance on Jiang Qianfan's body.
It wasn't a men's cologne, but a more natural scent, like some kind of shower gel.
Lin Kesong couldn't help but approach, because in such a strong belly-popping scent, Jiang Qianfan's body was inexplicably pleasant, and even had a hint of warmth.
When she wasn't paying attention, the tip of the hair curled up on the top of her head swept across Jiang Qianfan's chin.
"Do you want to give me a hug?"
The other party's voice was like a basin of cold water poured from the top of his head, and Lin Kesong quickly returned to reality.
"Ah, no no! The edge of the table is just a little dirty."
"But you weren't wiping the edge of the table just now."
Jiang Qianfan mercilessly exposed Lin Kesong's lies.
Lin Kesong was speechless again.
The tour guide fee of one thousand dollars a day absolutely requires the tour guide to have a strong heart.
She remembered Song Yiran's shameless face, and suddenly smiled: "Mr. Jiang smells good. I was just curious. Don't mind, I haven't met you."
Jiang Qianfan didn't speak, which made Lin Kesong exhale.
Because she felt that as long as Jiang Qianfan opened his mouth, it would have the effect of stabbing a knife.
Lin Kesong ordered a belly pop, and prayed in his heart that Jiang Qianfan would say "delicious" for this snack that she has eaten for more than ten years without getting tired of it.
Lin Kesong knew that this small shop was not so particular about the cleanliness and hygiene of tableware, so he took the tableware Li Yan prepared for Jiang Qianfan, filled it up and brought it to Jiang Qianfan.
This kind of fragrance stimulates the secretion of saliva more than Granny Wang's fried liver. If I wasn't too full at the Langhua Restaurant, I just ate a few big mouthfuls of fried liver, and Lin Kesong only needs one minute to get this burst belly. Sweep clean.
Jiang Qianfan raised his chopsticks. His fingers are slender and beautiful, as if everything that passes through his hands will become beautiful.
He picked up a piece of the belly, and after a brief moment between his nose, he put it into his mouth.
Lin Kesong's heart hung up.
Will he find it delicious? Riding such a long distance bike to come here, it should be worth the money, right
At that moment, Lin Kesong opened his eyes subconsciously, staring at Jiang Qianfan's lips. At the moment when his lips were slightly opened and he gently pressed the food, there was a sudden feeling of something cracking in his ear.
The way this man eats makes one feel less than enthusiastic.
But when the food was put between his lips and teeth, Lin Kesong could feel a kind of persistence and purity.
Is it really because the face is good-looking, even if he speaks and does things coldly, he can be forgiven
She waited silently for the man to take another bite, but he put down the chopsticks anyway.
"What's wrong? Isn't it delicious?" Lin Kesong became nervous.
She is very confident about Lin Kee's belly. She has lived in this city for so long and has eaten a lot of belly pops, only Lin Kee is the most perfect.
"It's not bad. But it's not delicious either."
"… "
Lin Kesong suddenly became depressed, but is it not bad? So what did she eat in the past 20 years
She is now completely sure that the person in front of her is harder to serve than Song Yiran's bastard.
"Why do you think it doesn't taste good?"
Lin Kesong felt that even if he died, he had to die...
"In terms of taste, this popped belly is not inferior to that made by many professional chefs. The sauce is blended with sesame paste, rose fermented bean curd, chive flowers, soy sauce, sugar, sesame oil, chive flowers, coriander, and minced green onion. The saltiness is just right."
There is no problem with the sauce, is the problem with the belly burst
"Prickly ash and green onions are also added to the hot water for scalding the stomach, in order to remove the fishy smell of ox louver. This is thoughtful and well done."
So where is the problem? What makes you feel dissatisfied
"But the chili oil drenched on the belly, because the fire was too big, made the chili black, and together with the pepper, formed a bitter taste."
His voice was cold and calm, like some kind of rule, some insurmountable limit.
All doubts and arguments are no longer possible to boil in front of him.
"how is this possible!"
Lin Kesong reached out and picked up the chopsticks, took a piece and put it in his mouth, tasting it very carefully and forcefully, only to think it was delicious.
But gradually, she also felt a slight bitter taste, the taste of chili peppers and peppercorns after being fried too much.
But why would ordinary people care about that little bit of suffering? Even if you don't try hard to distinguish it, you can't feel it at all! Isn't that really nitpicking
Lin Kesong raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Qianfan, suddenly wondering what the structure of this guy's tongue is? Did he notice such a subtle taste in just one bite
"Let's go." Jiang Qianfan stood up and straightened his collar.
"Wait... your cutlery..."
"You ate it just now, I won't use it again."
Jiang Qianfan took out his blind stick and explored the path, ignoring Lin Kesong at all, and just walked out.
Lin Kesong glanced at the burst belly, and prayed in his heart that the boss would not hate her for being so wasteful.
Lin Kesong sighed resignedly and followed Jiang Qianfan.
She is a little suspicious, does anything in this world that can make him feel good even exist
Fortunately, the food stalls that Lin Kesong frequented were not too loose. Otherwise, in such a huge city, with her two legs on a bicycle, and a man weighing more than 100 pounds sitting behind her, she would have to collapse. .
She took Jiang Qianfan to taste Xu Ji's pea yellow, Jiang Qianfan only took one bite, and the comment was that the taste was good, but the sweetness was too much.
After tasting the tea soup under the overpass, Jiang Qianfan still only took one bite. The comment was that the texture was fine and the thickness was appropriate, but the sweet-scented sweet-scented sweet-scented sweet-scented sweet-scented sweet-scented osmanthus was not fresh enough.
Lin Kesong didn't want to talk anymore, he just said "get in the car", and then rode his bicycle into the alley.
After that, Aiwowo, Cold Pot Fish, and Fried Sauce Noodles were all shot and killed by Jiang Qianfan as Lin Kesong had expected.
It was getting late, and Lin Kesong, who was rushing for a tour guide fee of one thousand dollars a day, felt that she should provide the other party with all-round, professional, hard-working and hard-working services, but her patience was almost worn out, and she No deposit was charged either!
She wanted to point Jiang Qianfan's head and ask him: I said, brother, so many snacks, many of which are craftsmanship passed down for decades, how come you can only let you eat one bite? You can just call it "Jiang Yikou"!
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But the popularity in the back seat was calm, and that poker face didn't even change.
"Do you have anywhere else to go?"
Jiang Qianfan did not use the tone of a question sentence, but a declarative sentence.
When Lin Kesong asked this question, a fire burst from his chest, straight to his brain. I really wanted to throw the bike to the side of the road, put a sack on him, and kick him into the ground.
Ah, yes, this guy is blind. Not even a sack. It's a pity that his ghost assistant took her ID card.
I am not angry.
I am not angry.
I'm not really angry.
Song Yiran, the brainless young master, had endured it for ten years, but Jiang Qianfan was blind!
Everyone is blind,