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　　 This Chinese restaurant can be opened in a high-end place like Harrods, it must be capable.

　　 Just the decoration of the entire facade gives people a very foreign feeling. Even the name of the shop is given in English, and even the menu and recipes posted at the gate have only English notes.

　　 "Can you eat authentic Chinese food in such a place?" Yang Huan doubted.

　　 Wangjiang Pavilion everything is in Chinese, all the tableware is imported from China, the chefs and waiters are also Chinese or overseas Chinese, at least they must have a standard fluent Chinese.

　　 In Yang Huan's view, these are the minimum.

　　 It's like you go to a French restaurant to eat in China. People like to use French for a reason.

　　 is to show this kind of model!

　　 "Don't always think that your things are the best, maybe they really make them delicious?" Zhang Ning gave him a charming white look, but took his hand and walked in.

　　 "Welcome, how many people please?"

　　 "Three, thank you!" Zhang Ning did not forget the Dragon Five who followed him.

　　 The three of them sat down in a remote place by the window.

　　The waiter came over quickly, "Hello, three of you, what would you like to eat?"

　　 Zhang Ning looked at Yang Huan. She always followed Yang Huan when she went out.

　　Who makes this young master the most difficult to serve?

　　 "Whatever, you can order ordinary dishes such as shark fin, abalone, bird's nest, etc., and some of your special dishes, hurry up, I'm starving to death." Yang Huan ordered casually.

　　 Zhang Ning is full of black lines, this is the style of the young master.

　　Accordingly, this young master Huan was born with a golden key, and rare dishes such as abalone and shark fin should have been eaten early.

　　 When the waiter heard this, he immediately knew that a rich man had come, and he seemed to be a Chinese. Maybe he was visiting London.

　　 These years, Chinese people who travel to London can't count their money.

　　 "Okay, come right away." The waiter nodded immediately when he heard it.

At this time, a guest came to the next table, European, white hair, looking a bit old, but his face was ruddy, his body was slightly fat, but he was wearing ordinary clothes, just a set of white shirts and jeans that I didn’t know how many times I washed them. .

　　 "Waiter, order food." As soon as the man took his seat, he raised his hand and shouted.

　　 "Come on." The waiter turned around and went to the person, "Hello, old sir, what do you want to eat?"

　　 "You are a Chinese restaurant, do you know how to cook Chinese food?" the man asked.

　　 "Yes, as long as it is the material in our store, you can order it."

　　 The old white-haired man hummed and didn't go to the menu, "Then give me an egg fried rice, another braised tofu and twice-cooked pork, and finally a plate of green vegetables, the soup will be a tomato egg drop soup."

　　 After the old man ordered the meal, he looked at the dumbfounded waiter, "Well, that's it for now, you can do it quickly."

　　 Yang Huan listened happily, come to a high-end restaurant to order this ordinary fast food?

interesting!

Sure enough, the waiter was out of anger when he heard it, "Excuse me, old sir, we are now at meal time and we are busy. I'm afraid the kitchen won't have time to cook these simple side dishes for you. Would you like to order something else?" Or, go out and turn left and there is a small Chinese restaurant."

　　 That feels as if to despise him.

　　 This is Harrods, a high-end place. When you come, you have to be like the young master behind you. You can order something like abalone or shark fin. These are low-end goods. We don’t have them here.

　　 Lost your identity, isn’t it?

　　 "No?" The white-haired old man was a little dissatisfied, "You didn't tell me just now, as long as you can order Chinese food? And these are the most common ingredients I ordered. Will there be none in your store?"

　　 The waiter is also a little angry, dressed so ordinary, but dare to come to a high-end restaurant, but the order is such a low-end dish, isn't this to make a swollen face to fill a fat man?

　　 "Excuse me, sir, these dishes you ordered are too common. We are a high-end restaurant and do not cook this kind of dishes."

"What is it that high-end restaurants don't cook this kind of dishes?" The white-haired old man was angry when he heard it, "You can tell me why these dishes can't be cooked? I really must eat them here today! "

　　 "You..." The waiter has never seen such a faceless face.

　　 I don’t even know how to cook such ordinary dishes.

　　 Yang Huan and Zhang Ning sat at the table next door, seeing and hearing the whole story.

　　 "This person seems to be a gourmet expert, and the dishes ordered are the most common, but the most common are often the most familiar with chefs." Zhang Ning was a little curious about the white-haired old man.

　　 She felt that she was at least a diehard who was fighting for good food.

　　 Yang Huan feels nothing, isn't it just a dispute?

　　 When eating, there are people arguing next to each other, it’s better to be lively.

　　 "I tell you, I really have to eat an egg fried rice here today, or I won't let it go!"

　　 The two quarreled for a long time, attracting everyone's attention in the restaurant, and the white-haired old man seemed to be irritated and made a cruel word.

　　 "Yeah, what's the matter with you? What are you going to do? You smashed my shop?"

　　 At this time, a group of people came out from behind, headed by a young man in his twenties, followed by a group of black suits, who looked very vicious, as if they had come out of the Matrix.

　　 "Is it him?" Yang Huan had a good memory and recognized it at a glance.

　　 Isn’t it the rich second generation I met when I first came to Harrods?

　　 Is this his shop?

　　I started a Chinese restaurant?

　　 I rely on, my colleagues are friends, I still plan to find opportunities to open a branch in London, are you stealing my business?

"What do you want to do?"

　　 The white-haired old man panicked when he saw the battle.

　　 Count, the young people are followed by seven or eight Matrix, that momentum, most people have to be afraid.

"What are you doing?" The young man walked over and didn't look at the white-haired old man. "I didn't plan to do anything, just want to see, why are you not good at me and I won't do your business, what's the matter? "

　　 said, he waved his hand, and a bodyguard immediately sent a box of cigars behind him, opened it and took out a cigar with thick fingers. After cutting a section, it was lit. The whole process was very grand.

　　The whole restaurant saw him so fierce and wicked, no one dared to say anything.

　　 The white-haired old man is also withered, outnumbered.

　　 "Okay, I'm unlucky." After speaking, he was leaving.

　　 "Wait!" The young man raised his hand and called to him.

　　 Immediately, a Matrix stood in front of the white-haired old man, blocking his way out.

　　 "Do you really think you can leave if you want?"

　　 The white-haired old man was also a little panicked, "Then what do you want?"

　　 "Apologize!" The young man pointed at the waiter in his restaurant with his cigar finger.

　　 The white-haired old man flushed with anger and was gasping. He was so old that he had not suffered such humiliation.

　　 "Hurry up and apologize, or I will let you lie down!"

　　 The young man slapped the tabletop hard, and suddenly the dishes, knives and forks on it made a noise.

　　 Everyone in the restaurant was taken aback by the sudden movement. Everyone looked at this side with fear. Some of them recognized it. This is the famous rich second generation in London, John Hunter.

　　 Yang Huan is finally convinced a little bit now, that is the arrogant second generation of rich, everywhere.

　　 But the most unusual thing about him is that someone in front of him is even more arrogant than him.

　　 is too much, it doesn't give me face at all!

　　 "Hey, who are you scaring?" Yang Huan finally couldn't help but speak out.

　　John Hunter didn’t notice the Yang Huan three in the corner just now. When he heard someone squeaking when he was showing his power, he suddenly became angry, "Fucking, why did you scare you...Huh, is it you?"

　　 Just turned around, and when he saw Yang Huan, Zhang Ning and Long Wu, John Hunter was shocked immediately, his face turned pale.

　　 I can only say that what happened in Harros last time left him too deep.

Especially the young Kung Fu young man who was sitting on the side playing mobile games and seemed to be harmless to humans and animals. His carefully selected bodyguards were thrown out one by one by the opponent. That scene he would never forget in his entire life and was completely burned. The psychological shadow.

　　 "Yes, it's me!" Yang Huan raised his head to look at him, grinning with white teeth.

　　 But this expression made John Hunter feel terrified.

"I still remember that you asked me to be careful. I was already very careful. I didn't expect to meet you again!" Yang Huan stood up with a smile, and pointed to this terrified second-generation British rich. It's really unlucky. Didn't you go out today without burning incense?"

What does 　　 burn incense mean, John Hunter doesn’t understand, but it sounds scary.

"I have witnessed the whole process of the whole thing. I saw your waiter blatantly discriminating against this old man. Also, your waiter’s attitude is so bad that even a bystander like me can’t see it. It’s too shameless. We I must go to the Consumers’ Association to sue you until you close!"

　　 While Yang Huan was talking, the white-haired old man kept nodding his head, with a grateful expression on his face. He only felt that he was finally overwhelmed, and someone was willing to stand up and say words of conscience.

"Finally, I have to say that, as a Chinese restaurant, even the egg-fried rice, home-cooked dishes that even my junior can cook, is too shameful. Don't call it a Chinese restaurant. I lose the face of our Chinese! "

　　 Zhang Ning listened to the side, pink face flushed, and gave him an annoying look.

　　 What does it mean that even I can do it?

　　My cooking skills are very good, OK?

　　 It's just that you didn't have a chance to taste it.

　　 "The three major crimes, aunt and uncle can't bear it, what should you do?"

　　 After finishing speaking, Yang Huan sat down with Da Ma Jindao and made clear his attitude. Today, I will not please this young master, and will make you suffer.

John Hunter stood there, afraid to go, and didn't know how to deal with it. The bodyguards behind him had all seen the power of Dragon Five, and none of them dared to approach him. The waitress was standing there, completely confused. situation.

　　 How come Master John, who usually looks very fierce, sees this man like a mouse and a cat?

　　 The white-haired old man quickly saw the clues, and immediately walked to Long Wu's side, accompanied by a smiling face, "Mr., don't you mind if I fight the table?"

　　 "Don't mind, sit down!" Yang Huan didn't mind.

　　 John Hunter saw this scene and knew that this matter couldn’t be done well, and also knew that he couldn’t afford to provoke this Chinese. Who would let a master sit next to him?

　　 "Okay, I admit it." John Hunter said frustratedly.

　　 Yang Huan shook his head, "I didn't hear clearly."

　　 "I said, I was wrong, I am willing to apologize!"

　　 "Well, this attitude is not bad." Yang Huan nodded, "Since it is an apology, I must say sorry first."

　　 "You..." John Hunter became so hot immediately, he grew up so big, he never said sorry to anyone.

　　 "Don't tell me?" Yang Huan glanced at him.

　　Long Wu put down the phone, clenched his fists with both hands, and made a crackling sound of joints.

　　 John Hunter was shocked~www.NovelMTL.com~ If he were thrown out again, he would be really embarrassed.

　　 As a last resort, the situation is better than others, so I can only bow my head.

"Sorry!"

　　 Yang Huan gave a hum, and pointed to the old man opposite, "Where is he?"

　　 John Hunter really wanted to punch the Chinese man in front of him with a single punch, but he didn't have the ability.

　　 gritted his teeth, turned to the white-haired old man, and said abruptly: "I'm sorry."

　　 "It's okay, it's okay, don't have to apologize to me!" The white-haired old man waved his hand again and again with a smile, and his heart got a headache.

　　 Damn you, you didn't pretend just now, and you threatened Laozi?

　　 You can't apologize to me now?

　　 "It seems that this old gentleman feels that your apology is not sincere enough, but more sincere."

　　John Hunter was born since he was born. He has never been humiliated like this before, but there is no way. Who will let himself be wronged?

　　 can only gritted his teeth, bowed his head, "I'm sorry!"

　　 The old white-haired man looked at Yang Huan this time, and then at the rich second-generation who bowed his head, and replied with a wry smile, "It's okay!"

　　 John Hunter, after listening, was relieved and turned around to leave.

　　 "Hey, since it's an apology, you should be apologizing for this meal today!"

　　 Hearing Yang Huan shouting behind him, he didn't dare to turn his head back.

　　 Compared with apologizing in front of everyone, a meal is a big deal.