Until waiting for the dish to come up, Han Xingye's face was always smiling. When he saw the dish in front of him, his evil face finally collapsed.
"Why are there scallions in this soup?" Han Xingye, with a handsome face, asked the waiter.
The waiter looked at the dish and replied awkwardly, "this is onion soup!"
When you hear the name, you must put green onions.
"Why is there shredded ginger in this dish?"
The waiter took a look at the dish. With the displeased eyes of Han Xingye, he swallowed his mouth and said, "this is fried goose liver. Adding shredded ginger is to improve the taste."
Han Xingye some depressed, facial features distinct face gloomy.
Xiaoying knows that boss is really angry.
Because in the United States, the boss had a special chef.
I know the boss doesn't like ginger, onion and garlic, so when cooking, he will avoid these things. If there are dishes that need these condiments, he will take other things instead.
And in the South City Hotel, every time he specially ordered the hotel. So I didn't add these things.
Now
Just now, the boss ordered his own meal. Xiaoying also forgot to remind him.
"So Mr. Han is as picky about food as my little cicada?" Lu Yunting said impolitely while feeding Su Chan.
"Boss, I'll ask the waiter to change it." The little Eagle spoke.
"No Han Xingye looked at Lu Yunting and Su Chan sitting opposite, waved his hand and said.
Xiaoying is a little worried. The boss is the one who blows hair as soon as he eats these things. Is he sure to challenge?
Or you'd better stay away from him so that when the boss comes, he won't be involved.
But in the next scene, the hawk was silly.
It's not just Xiaoying who looks silly, but Lu Yunting and Su Chan are obviously stunned.
I saw the elegant, expensive and evil man on the other side picked up a pair of chopsticks.
There, very quickly, on the pan fried foie gras, with shredded ginger.
Put the shredded ginger out of the dish on a small plate.
Soon the little plate was piled up like a bun.
After a while, the shredded ginger on the pan fried Foie Gras was picked out.
Then he continued to carry onions, and soon a pile of green buns piled up in the small plate next to him.
Then he finally picked out all the shredded ginger and green onions in the fried foie gras.
Han Xingye is to continue to pull the onion soup, buried in it to pick.
Can you imagine a noble young man with elegant movements, who is buried there to pick onions?
Anyway, Su Chan has a long experience.
"Brother Lu, I suddenly feel that I don't like carrots. It's not a problem at all, is it?" Don't you see anyone more overbearing and unreasonable than her picky eater?
"Well! So you can't learn this bad habit like someone. Those two carrots are still to be eaten. " Lu Yunting said seriously.
Su Chan can't help but hang his face. How can he eat it.
Han Xingye focuses on picking onions, and is not affected by the people on the opposite side.
When I finally picked out all the shredded onion, garlic and ginger in the dishes I wanted to eat.
This guy seems to have some sense of accomplishment. He breathes out a little. At this time, there are several yellow and green hills in front of him.
Han Xingye picked up the knife and fork and was preparing to eat elegantly like a noble childe.
"Ah Choo..."
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