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135, star list (4)
Holding a box of snacks, Ren Yifei measured Sam seriously.
The last time we met at the auction house, it was night, and it wasn't bright enough to create the atmosphere, and he didn't take a closer look at the dessert players next door, because this was the first time he looked at him so seriously.
The soft dusk of the seaside softened his facial features and put on a gentle filter.
Sam looked back and smiled at him, and as the broken hair lifted his delicate eyebrows, Ren Yifei suddenly wondered why the director of the Titanic had to wait until the gentle twilight.
"all of a sudden, I found out that you are quite. Is it good-looking? " Even though he was used to seeing the picky eyes of handsome men and beautiful women, he could not say 'ordinary' comments.
The rare thing is that he is tall, has long legs and still has meat on his body.
His height of 1.79 meters is in fact the most suitable for an actor, and most of the girls are involved in the show. But now with a pestle next to him, his head is half short.
It's more than 1.9 meters, and Ren Yifei can't help feeling sore.
With such a straight body and thick hair, it is more than enough to be a model.
"Ah?" It was so sudden that Sam was stunned for a second before he realized.
"well, this. It's all right. " Sam rarely felt uncomfortable when he was stared at by these eyes, and in a twinkling of an eye he looked at the sea and the sunset, and the golden light outlined his handsome side face.
Ren Yifei held dessert and smiled so that Sam's whole face was a little red.
"punk."
"mm-hmm."
"do I call you that?"
"mm-hmm."
Two people stood in the harbor for a long time, you said a word, I am too stupid to see.
Passers-by looked sideways and were extremely surprised.
"Don't you eat?"
Sam finally calmed down from "he said I was good-looking" and restored his deceptive elite face: "this is just one of the restaurants I know, and there are many different restaurants." If you are interested, the corner of desolation is still very big. "
The private room is uniformly located on the second floor near the window, with a table of 40 to 50 square meters, with sofas, fruits and board games.
On the other side of the window is a row of floor-to-ceiling windows, which also choose windowless mode.
Sit there and enjoy the delicious food while enjoying the sunset by the sea.
This restaurant is very famous here, and all the chefs are invited, but only the things in the private room are made by the manager. Moreover, for the private rooms here, only those on the list of stars are eligible to book.
Despite the fact that the store manager is a craftsman who doesn't play games, everyone respects him because of his craftsmanship.
Sex is the most important thing.
"he's slow to serve food here. How about a snack for a punk? What would you like to drink? " Sam took a punk and opened the dessert drawer for him. He really didn't regard himself as an outsider.
And Ren Yifei, who did not seem to resist this quiet closeness, reached for a milky yellow pastry.
There was a silver service bell on the table. Sam called for someone and asked for a pot of tea.
The waiter was very professional. After a while, he brought the teapot and teacup, boiled water and scalded the tea bowl in front of them, and then boiled the new water. The water is taken out of a ceramic pot made of tea, which is soft water for making tea.
Ren Yifei has eaten two snacks, one is cream-yellow pastry, the other is strawberry powder waxy skin, not sweet, but milky, with the right fruit flavor.
When the waiter had just made a pot of good tea, the sweet tea was very greasy. With a cup of tea in his stomach, Ren Yifei touched a green round snack. While sending it into his mouth, he asked Sam:
"you've brought so much, how can you eat a delicious meal when you're full of snacks?"
Because of the friendship between two 'meals' in the game, Ren Yifei relaxed a lot to Sam, and even talked and joked like a friend.
Sam felt this, too, and he was more open-minded: "you like to have a good meal. I can't eat my meal. I don't want to eat it. we'll make an appointment here next time."
The waiter's hand could not help shaking.
She knows the price best when she works on this side. She doesn't eat anything in this private room. She sits down and sits down for five hundred oysters. With such a pot of tea in hand, the materials are all top-notch, with an asking price of two hundred oyster.
There are also dishes handled by the manager himself in the kitchen, at least a table of thousands and thousands (7000,000 to 30000).
Boy, this dinner, which started with ten thousand yuan, also said not to say, "No, no, no." Is this the way pursued by the rich in the corner of desolation?
The waitress can't help but want to hate the rich. She's less than a thousand a month.
While speaking, the first dish was served, a small gu soup, floating with snowflake-like shredded eggs and tender fish, sprinkled with chopped onions and other things. It is refreshing and refreshing, with a kind of beauty of floating flowers and crystal.
Ren Yifei tasted a mouthful, smooth and smooth, with the sweet taste of fish, but did not taste much fishy taste.
"delicious." He is not stingy with compliments at all.
Sam smiled and felt happier than he had eaten.
"be careful not to be hot."
Sam does not eat by himself, concentrate on pouring it for him, and help him stir to dissipate heat. Ren Yifei looked at him and looked at him carefully and attentively, as if the food also brought reassuring warmth.
The feeling of being taken care of, which could not enjoy when was young, appeared here like compensation at this time.
Ren Yifei put down the spoon and drank slowly with the bowl, like an unruly wayward child. He secretly glanced at the side, but saw that Sam had a smile in his eyes, and there was no shrewdness in the copy at all.
"you're not eating?"
"I'm eating." Sam looked at him while eating.
Ren Yifei just doesn't eat the world. When he really eats, the joy and satisfaction on his face will give people a sense of peace of mind and a sense of satisfaction.
Accustomed to the false cooking on the dinner table, Sam was easily captured by this sense of satisfaction: "like us to return it next time."
Crystal shrimp dumpling, abalone in oyster sauce, barbecued pork with taro paste, scallop vermicelli, fruit wood roast duck, boiled meat and so on have been served one after another.
Sam didn't know what he liked, so he simply ordered some of the signature dishes from east, south, west and west. He also ordered a plate of fried field snails. He saw that punk likes to eat at the spring banquet.
Ren Yifei did not refuse to come, one mouthful after another, eating quickly and cleanly.
He also ate happily on that plate of field snails. He sucked the snail tail and sucked the snail head again. The fat and tender snail meat came out, and there was no chance for toothpicks to show their talents.
Sometimes when he is happy to eat, he will lick the soup on his fingers, which is so spicy that his lips are red.
Ren Yifei at dinner is not easy to talk about. Sam also took the opportunity to enjoy the joy of throwing and feeding. He peeled crabs and turned vegetables. He didn't eat much. He only paid attention to what Ren Yifei liked best.
Originally, the waiters used to change vegetables and peel shrimps and crabs.
And she stayed there all the time, but dodged aside without bothering them.
Eating the soft and waxy mashed iron taro in the mouth and the barbecued pork stacked on top, the belly is full and sends out a signal that it is 80% full. He should stop eating at this time, but don't know if the atmosphere is too good or the things are really good. Ren Yifei's hands can't stop at all.
He looked at Sam: I thought the meal would not be very pleasant, but it didn't.
Ren Yifei always doesn't like to talk about raw food at dinner. He always feels that the food has lost its aroma.
But from the time he scooped the first bowl, Sam either didn't talk, concentrated on eating or feeding, or tried to see which dish he was interested in, and by the way, he popularized the ingredients and flavors of the dish.
On the contrary, Ren Yifei is free to sit and eat.
After eating slowly for almost an hour, the meal was finished. As soon as saw more than a dozen dishes, ate them all clean.
The food of this restaurant recommended by Sam is really good, and don't dare to fool these frivolous bosses even if come here.
However, Ren Yifei used to eat out, and all he ate were such exquisite banquet dishes, so he preferred home-cooked food or heroic quack dishes by the side of the road.
"where did you get this box of snacks?" After eating a wipe of his mouth, Ren Yifei asked where the snack came from.
Samanming is so hot that the food is delicious, but not to the point where he wants to come back. This restaurant has limited appeal to Ren Yifei, but the dim sum is very delicious.
"it's not far from here."
"mm-hmm." Ren Yifei raised his hand, pressed the service bell and said, "check out."
For a meal of more than ten thousand dollars, happen to have money at this time, but at other times, Ren Yifei would be too expensive.
"the real imperial chef is not at that price."
There is no very valuable ingredients, purely eat a craft, converted into the price of the barren horn, enough for ordinary players to live for a year.
"is there anything different about this restaurant?" Ren Yifei asked.
Sam was surprised by his sharpness: "the famous restaurants in the Desert Corner are all owned by their family. Where there is a good cook, it won't be long before the maid is going to be dug up here."
"voluntarily?"
Sam smiled but said nothing: what is the willingness of the Horn of Desolation?
Ren Yifei sat in his seat with a cup of tea in his hand. He thought of meeting the old man before.
At that time, only felt suddenly and accidentally, and when thought about it, couldn't say if there was anyone's handwriting. With a thread, the number of crabs followed by braised noodles is uncertain.
The horn of desolation, these people are king one by one.
"is there anyone in the working room during the gold deposit period?" Ren Yifei doesn't like this kind of uncontrollable factor.
"there was some persistence in that board, but it was you who gave her the strength to stick to it." Sam knew which one he was asking. Of course he had heard of such an important thing. Ren Yifei wanted to know, he said.
"the courage I gave?"
"it is said on the outside that it is the royal labor room of the black rabbit, and the board seems to have acquiesced." Zhi Zhi simply rejected all temptations.
As long as punk has been making videos with her, the worker dares not to bow.
"they earned it, too. it has nothing to do with me." Ren Yifei said.
It was the strength of the working room that attracted him.
Seeing that Ren Yifei was still drinking tea slowly, Sam asked, "won't you be happy when I listen to you?"
"aren't you glad you didn't listen?"
"if you don't listen, how can you know what you like and what you don't like? If I come up and buy you a drink and watch the dance, you will delete me directly. " Sam pretended to be full of sympathy.
With such an elite face, Ren Yifei turned to look at the sea and washed his eyes.
The sea outside the window was dark blue, and the sun had sunk to the bottom of the sea, leaving only a Phnom Penh on the boundary between the sea and the sky. But the sky is not dark, there are five-color space fish in the sky and colorful lights on the ground.
The vastness of heaven and earth and the delicacy of human architecture on the shore are cleverly built together.
"I haven't congratulated you on being on the star list." A thin contract appeared on Ren Yifei's desk. There is also a 001 helmet and a small gift box on it.
"the game has been made, and I would like to invite you to become my business partner."