Spoiled

According to the address on the phone, the driver easily found a French restaurant in the forest of Bologne in the suburbs of Paris.

This Michelin-starred Samsung restaurant has been opened for more than 160 years since 1856 and is legendary.

Location is extremely difficult to book.

Han Yun didn't know this either. He asked Fu Yuan to call to make a reservation, and he arrived.

The restaurant has twenty dining rooms, large and small. These dining rooms are not completely closed, but semi-open spaces. After they entered, they were led by the waiter into a dining room for two with a great view.

Han Yun didn't understand the menu, so he lost it to Fu Yuan without looking at it. In fact, Han Yun saw it when he came in. There were more than ten or twenty people in Shiyin Magazine, and in the large dining room next to him, one person filled a whole long table.

Xiao Ming set off for Paris with a broker, three assistants, and two bodyguards.

There is only a half wall between the two dining rooms.

He pretended not to see it. It was Zhou Wen, the editor of Shiyin, who found him, and happily stood up and greeted him.

Han Yun responded politely: "It's a coincidence, editor Zhou, I didn't expect to meet you here."

Zhou Wen said, "Yeah, I didn't expect everyone to order the same restaurant." While talking, she couldn't help but look at the man sitting opposite the Han Yun.

Fu Yuan's long hair was not tied up, and was scattered like ink on his back. His face was like a crown jade, and he took off his jacket when he entered the door. The tight shirt outlined his erect and healthy figure. The man has a height of nine meters, and is even better than the male model. His temperament is like a gentleman, but he has the power of being a daredevil who looks daunting.

Zhou Wen is not the first time to see Han Yun. In fact, Han Yun also has such a long-term high-end temperament, but it is more like being used to pampering, like a noble son in the family, making people feel good. The long-haired man is not. He is too strong, which makes people feel inexplicable.

Zhou Wen looked at it for a few seconds, then immediately reacted and stood up and said, "Come, I'll introduce it to you. This is the Han Yun. You should all know it."

"I know," said a magazine photographer who followed, "I saw you at the magazine last time."

"Seen on the news."

A little girl whispered, "I was the first time to see a real person from Han Yun. I didn't expect to be more handsome than on TV." With this in their mouths, they all looked at the person who ordered the food.

After greeting each other, some people suggested: "It happened by chance in the restaurant today, so let's fight for a table and chat for a while."

Xiao Ming, who was ordering in English, looked up and glanced at the next table, and said something to his agent.

Later, his manager ’s lady was like Xiao Ming ’s microphone: “Mr. Han, Ming Ming said that since he met, he would have a table to eat. It ’s just today that we treat guests with Ming Ming. Just for you to recommend some special dishes in French cuisine. Today, it's another 30 years old, let's eat a New Year's Eve together ... Oh, the seats seem to be not enough, let the waiter add two seats. "

She was about to tell the waiter next to the dining chair, and Han Yun interrupted: "Thank you for your kindness, but I'm afraid I can't sit with two more seats. Our two big men are not suitable either. Come on. "

broker:"……"

Their house ... "Master"? ? ? What is the name of this era! The Qing Dynasty is dead. Is anyone talking like that?

However, when he said that, it was also in line with Xiao Ming's intentions. He tickled his lips without saying a smile: "I heard that Mr. Han is a five-line model on the dc list?"

The dc list is very well-known all over the world. The popularity is so high that it is a household name. We all know that there is such a "world supermodel list" stuff.

Since the national model entered the international runway a few years ago, and shined all over the world, there have been several model selection reality shows in China, which has brought this list to the fore.

However, because most models are relatively low-key, they only attract a lot of attention every time the list is updated.

Xiao Ming finished this intentionally, without waiting for Han Yun to speak, and said, "Oh, I have no other meaning, Mr. Han, don't take it seriously."

Han Yun smiled very conservatively, but his eyes had cooled down.

Fu Yuan, who was sitting opposite him, looked up at him and asked, "What do you want to eat? You are not used to eating the dishes above."

Han Yun thought about it and said, "I want to eat milk skin ... forget it, I'm losing weight. Chinese New Year today, let's eat pasta. Is there any butter bean noodle here?"

For the Han Yun, the Spring Festival every year is a rare holiday for him. He can take ten consecutive days of rest. And every Spring Festival, he will eat more luxurious than usual, a hundred dishes on the table for him to eat alone, said that it is extravagant-he tasted all the mountain and sea taste, came to modern times, very uncomfortable, Fortunately, Fu Yuan handles these trivial matters for him. The food is simpler than before, but it will not be wasted, and there is not much difference in taste.

Fu Yuan said, "I'll ask." Then he beckoned the waiter.

The two tables were so close that all of what Han Yun said was heard by Xiao Ming. Although he still had a smile on his face, his eyes were full of sarcasm. He seemed to look down on Han Yun: "Mr. Han does n’t eat French food very much. The restaurant never makes food outside the menu, and never accepts the willful demands of the diners, no matter who it is. Since you don't know how to order, then I recommend a few dishes for you. "

He said to himself: "If you eat French food, you must eat foie gras, snails, caviar, and the signature Antarctic crawfish on the menu, as well as this dessert ..." He spoke a few French The name of the dish, "The main dishes of this appetizer are all sweet. If you want to eat dumplings, pasta, or wait to go home, this restaurant does not serve Chinese food."

Han Yun nodded: "What shrimp that sounds good, then order this shrimp."

Fu Yuan, who was sitting opposite him, was talking to the waitress in French.

"Sir, our chef doesn't make meals other than the menu." The waiter's expression was also a little confused and embarrassed.

Glancing at the waiter's expression, Xiao Ming shook his head with a mocking laughter, and his voice was inaudible: "Swinging on Lao Tzu's head, haha, let's make a fool of yourself now."

Although his voice was low, everyone was so close that everyone could hear him, and the atmosphere was awkward for a while.

Zhou Wen knew that Xiao Ming had such an annoying character, and quickly shifted the topic: "I want a truffle roasted pigeon."

Here, Fu Yuan was still negotiating with the waiter. He took a card from his arms and put it on the tray. He said slowly: "You give this to Ducas, he once cooked Chinese food for me. Your chef, Chinese food is well done. "

The restaurant is not a membership system, so there is no membership card to say that this card does not know what it is, light and fluffy, without weight. The waitress entered the kitchen with a tray in a misty day: "Chef, a guest outside ordered a few Chinese dishes."

The old man wearing a snow-white chef's hat looks at least 50 or 60 years old. He has white spots, wrinkles on his forehead, and is bowing his head with a small vanilla leaf on the plate. Guests order according to the menu. "

"Chef, the guest outside, let me give you this."

"What?" Dukas glanced at it, and his eyes caught the card, and the whole man froze. He wiped his hands and picked up the folded card with a quivering palm. "This is ..."

When Dukas was born, the whole village was bombed and bombed during the war. At that time, there was an Oriental man who saved a large number of homeless children, set up schools and dormitories, and gave them home. .

Every year on Thanksgiving and Christmas, the children in the school will write greeting cards and prepare gifts for this kind gentleman.

He had the pleasure of meeting this gentleman, and later he grew up, became a chef, met him again, and became his personal chef. In Ducas's memory, this gentleman looks amazing, and for decades, it seems that he has not changed at all. When he was young, he saw that he was a young man in his twenties and thirties. After he had children, he began to change. Old, see you again, this kind gentleman is still young.

Dukas has been a chef for a few years, and then his husband left. Dukas entered the lerécaten restaurant as an apprentice. The next year, with superb cooking skills, he conquered discerning guests and became a chef. Later, I bought a stake in the restaurant, and it lasted for 20 years. The classmates who had been with him in the past, now are old and have become leaders in all walks of life. He has never forgotten the benefactor, and often tells his children: "He is old and a gift of God."

In the waiter's shocked gaze, the elderly chef walked towards the restaurant, holding the card.

Tears almost burst into tears when he saw a man sitting in the restaurant, bathed in the restaurant's gentle yellow light.

No one can understand his feelings. The gentleman in front of him is like this since he was a child. He has seen men in the three most important periods of his life, and there are not many traces of wrinkles on the faces of men. It was younger then!

This shock is hard to describe.

Fu Yuan had a good memory, and he saw the hobbler walking towards the chef in front of himself, and recognized the man at a glance: "Ducas, meet again."

He spoke in French and could not understand a sentence.

Ducas burst into tears, his lips trembling, and he moved with a smile: "Sir, you ... haven't changed at all."

Fu Yuan didn't answer the question: "I want Chinese food today, can you make it?"

"Of course!" In fact, for several years as a cook at Fu Yuan, he could not hear a word of praise. Fu Yuan was like a legendary vampire. Human food is not his staple food, and he is often a gloomy person. After sitting for a meal, no one knew what he was thinking, but Ducas often heard him crying hungry.

When the chef appeared, the look on Xiao Ming's face changed: "He knows the restaurant chef?"

His agent, Ms. Xiao asked, "Do you know the chef?"

Han Yun looked at the expression that the chef was about to cry, and knew that he knew each other, but with so many people, he wouldn't ask in front of so many people.

So he kept saying: "Unfamiliar, we told the chef that today is the Chinese Spring Festival, which is a very important festival. He agreed to cook Chinese food for us."

"Really?" Ms. Broker was a little unbelievable. "The chef is so good?"

Xiao Ming couldn't help smirking: "This chef doesn't make an exception even when the head of state is here. What are you talking about?"

Han Yun relaxedly said, "Don't you understand what he said just now? Don't you understand French?"

Xiao Ming immediately stopped talking. He did not understand French, but the restaurant never made an exception. How could it be made for Chinese food? Does the chef really do?

He didn't believe it.

However, when a plate of delicate pasta was served on the table next to Chinese food, the people at Xiao Ming's table faced the expensive French food in front of them, the caviar foie gras, and they couldn't afford a little appetite.

In the original dinner, they should have eaten with their family at home, dragged down by work, and spent the Chinese New Year abroad during the Spring Festival. Everyone actually missed home and wanted to go home to celebrate the Chinese New Year.

Especially in the circle of friends, no matter how busy people are on weekdays, they are now back home and preparing New Year's Eve at home.

A young editor ate the pigeon meat, but it tasted the same, and looked at the table next to him, couldn't help but said, "Mr. Xiao, can we order dumplings?"

"Their batter smells good."

Since Fang Yuan was talking to the chef and used French, no one knew what their relationship was. They only thought they knew each other. In addition, Han Yun explained that he specially told the chef to celebrate the Chinese New Year today, so the chef prepared the Chinese food. Thought you could order Chinese food.

However, it was Xiao Ming's hospitality today, and everyone was not good enough, so one by one swallowed and said nothing.

Xiao Ming couldn't hold himself anymore, he called the waiter, and said with a sway, "Give me a copy of the dishes at their table."

The waitress said apologetically: "I'm sorry sir, those two guests are specially entertained by the chef."

Xiao Ming doesn't know French, so the English used is very good. The waiter's English is also very good. Everyone here understands what he said.

Xiao Ming couldn't stop his face: "You are a restaurant, we are customers, customers are God, can't you even meet the little requirements of customers?"

The waitress apologized again, saying sorry, the restaurant has restaurant rules.

Xiao Ming was not the kind of person who pulled down his face and quarreled with the waiters in the restaurant. His face was so dreary and horrible that he waved the waiters away, and the atmosphere on the table was awkwardly frozen.

They did n’t speak very quietly. Although Han Yun heard it, he did n’t understand English well, he basically did n’t understand it, so he did n’t know what happened, and he was particularly depressed: “Mysterious, go back at night, you have to follow me Practice your English. "

When speaking, his feet accidentally were under the table, and he touched each other with Fu Yuan, and Fu Yuan looked up and gave him a deep look.

Han Yun also looked at him, and under the table, his calf rubbed Fu Yuan a few times, but his face was upright: "You speak English well, you can speak French, you tell me, you What other languages ​​can I speak? "

"Not much, just a few." Fu Yuan paused for a while. Han Yun seemed to find his body stiff and stiffened. He even lifted his legs up and shoved to the top.

He remembered that he wanted to lose weight, so he ate very slowly. At night, the French restaurant had dark lights, so no one saw the movement under his table.

He slowly ate: "I didn't expect the French to cook Chinese food, and it looks pretty decent. Then the chef looks almost like your grandpa. Why does he treat you like a grandpa ..."

Han Yun murmured in his mouth, but was very dishonest under the table. He had long legs, but the round table was not big. His legs were tilted, and he directly carried the shoes to Fu Yuan's legs, shaking them, and the shoes stained Fu Yuan's clothes.

Fu Yuan's endurance has always been excellent, but no matter how good it is, he can't bear it so much. He pursed his lips, put his hands under the table, and pressed his palms on the ankles of the Korean Games. Cat: "Little Nine."

Han Yunyang smiled. He lay on the table, hooked his fingers and motioned for Fu Yuan to come over.

Fu Yuan bowed his head as Han Yun approached his ear and said in a low voice, "Isn't it like stealing love? Isn't it irritating?"