Seeing Dong Qiangqiang in a daze, Duanmu mistakenly thought that he didn't know the way there, and quickly reminded him in a low voice: "Enter the name of the restaurant into the navigator. It should have the address. If it doesn't, then we will get off the car and ask for directions. Anyway, you

Drive there first, don't stay here stupidly."

Of course Dong Qiangqiang knew how to get to the Best Furong. He was just surprised that after he suggested so many restaurants, the other party could still choose the Best Furong impartially.

At that moment, he believed that there was God's will in the world.

Adhering to the principle of "it's a blessing, not a curse, it's a curse that cannot be avoided", Dong Qiangqiang bit the bullet and parked the car in the parking lot opposite the Best Furong.

The last time he came here, this place was still in ruins. Unexpectedly, a few months later, a brand new building was built. But compared with the previous building, the appearance of the restaurant this time looked very different from the outside.

The exterior of the restaurant wall is made of burgundy wood with a hint of brown. This is very eye-catching among the light beige exterior colors of the surrounding residential areas. It is very abrupt, but it is also very eye-catching. Although the dark color of the exterior wall

The color looks very heavy and even depressing, but it adopts a very bold floor-to-ceiling window design. To be precise, the entire wall facing the street is made of glass.

It was noon, the light outside was bright, and the restaurant was also bright, making it easy for people passing by to see the various delicacies displayed in the restaurant (and of course the diners).

Everyone filed into the restaurant, and Dong Qiangqiang found that although the decoration style was slightly different from before, there were still traces of it, and the shadow of the last interior could be vaguely seen.

After helping Mr. Bian and his entourage order the meal, Duanmu was about to ask Dong Qiangqiang what he wanted to eat, when Mr. Bian smiled and shook his index finger at the table next to him.

Duanmu didn't understand the other party's intention and asked: "Do you want to order something more? Or do you want to go to the bathroom?"

"We have something important to talk about." President Bian ordered expressionlessly, "You go over there (eat)."

This was exactly what Dong Qiangqiang and Duanmu were thinking. They were worried about how to have dinner with Mr. Bian. That was simply more uncomfortable than eating flies.

In the restaurant, you pay first and then eat. Because of Mr. Bian's relationship, Dong Qiangqiang didn't want to let Duanmu get in trouble and insisted on the AA system. Duanmu couldn't resist Dong Qiangqiang, so he had to obey him.

Just as Dong Qiangqiang was checking out at the cashier, the chef in the back kitchen sent the dishes from other tables to the food pick-up table, and rang the bell to remind the waiter to come pick up the dishes. Just as he was about to turn around and return to the back kitchen, he suddenly saw Dong Qiangqiang.

.

He stared at Dong Qiangqiang carefully for a long time. Although Dong Qiangqiang's hair had grown longer and he was fatter, his height and the look on his brows had not changed.

He finally recognized Dong Qiangqiang, glared at him fiercely, turned around and disappeared into the back kitchen.

Since he was far away from Mr. Bian's table, Duanmu safely and happily communicated with Dong Qiangqiang in a low voice about the few stocks he was paying attention to recently, as well as some Lego-themed building blocks that he was interested in that had just been launched.

Suddenly, they both heard an angry curse coming from afar, followed by the crisp sound of chopsticks falling to the ground.

The two of them looked up almost at the same time and found that the diners at other tables were just as confused as they were. Everyone looked around, but all their eyes were focused on Mr. Bian's table.

"Come here!" Xiao Wang stood up and shouted in the direction of Duanmu and Dong Qiangqiang, "What's going on?"

Dong Qiangqiang and Duanmu approached Mr. Bian's table without knowing why. Before Duanmu could ask, Xiao Wang angrily pushed a plate of brightly colored Kung Pao Chicken in front of Duanmu and ordered: "Try what does this taste like?"

!”

Duanmu took the new chopsticks, doubtfully picked up a piece of diced chicken the size of a fingernail and put it into his mouth. He just chewed it and immediately spat it out. "Bah! Why is it so salty?"

"Are they trying to kill us, Mr. Bian, by being so salty?" Xiao Wang waved his hand and told Duanmu, "Get their manager."

Duanmu quickly called the restaurant's lobby manager, a middle-aged man in his forties. Before he had finished tasting, he hurriedly apologized in Chinese with seven or eight twists of pronunciation: "I'm so sorry! We'll help you right away.

Do it again!”

"A redo?" When Xiao Wang heard the other party's absurd Mandarin, he immediately raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Are you kidding me? Is this a redo?"

"We spend money to buy services, not to buy anger. Do you understand?" Another follower echoed, "You have to compensate us for our mental losses."

"Mental loss?" The lobby manager's Chinese listening level was clearly unable to understand Xiao Wang's statement. He thought to himself that a fried dish would cause mental harm? Although he was disgusted in his heart, his face was still very polite, "I don't understand what you mean...

…But it’s quick to recreate (the dish).”

Mr. Bian raised his eyelids, rolled his eyes, and pursed his lips towards Duanmu: "You two, go and communicate."

Dong Qiangqiang and Duanmu looked at each other, both feeling that Mr. Bian was probably out of his mind.

Duanmu had never experienced such a scene. He didn't know how and what to communicate with the other party, so he subconsciously said: "Mr. Bian..."

"Go if you are told to go, why bother?" Xiao Wang asked Duanmu sternly, "Do we still have to swallow our anger when we encounter discrimination?"

Before Dong Qiangqiang had time to speak to Duanmu, another attendant had already thrust a plate of Kung Pao Chicken into his hand: "Don't be stunned. He will communicate with you to change the dishes. Hurry up..."

Duanmu glanced at the lobby manager with a frown on his face. The lobby manager began to suspect that Mr. Bian and others were here to eat the Overlord meal. He calmly said to Duanmu: "Please come with me."

Dong Qiangqiang brought the particularly salty Kung Pao Chicken to the serving table and politely shouted into the kitchen: "Is there anyone here?"

"Oh, guest, what can I do for you?" A young face came out of the kitchen with a smile on his face.

"Your dish... is too salty." Dong Qiangqiang deliberately slowed down his speech when he heard that the other party's Chinese was not very good, "Can you make it again?"

The young man took a careful taste and immediately spat it out: "Well, it's really... so, take this plate and tell the chef at the back. There is a ready-made dish at the back, and you can just replace it with a new one.

"

Dong Qiangqiang thought to himself that this would save trouble, so he thanked the other party and walked towards the kitchen with the plate in hand.

As soon as he walked past a shelf, he saw a group of chefs dressed in white standing in front of the frying pan, waving their frying spoons. A flame suddenly shot up and disappeared into the air.

Just when Dong Qiangqiang was distracted, he heard someone behind him ask in English: "What are you looking for?"

Dong Qiangqiang turned around when he heard the sound, and saw a short old man standing behind him, without wearing a chef's hat, staring at Dong Qiangqiang with a gloomy face.

"Hello, this dish is salty. The waiter said I can get a new one here." Although Dong Qiangqiang's English level is not high, he can still express simple meanings. He is not sure about the old man's identity, so he can only first

He gently placed the dish in his hand on the stainless steel chopping board next to him, "You can have a taste."

After hearing what he said, the old man neither looked at nor tasted the food. Instead, he reached out and pushed the dish aside. At the same time, he stared into Dong Qiangqiang's eyes and asked word by word: "You can make it again, but I have a question.

"

Although Dong Qiangqiang felt that the other party was a little weird, he still responded politely: "Please tell me."

"You know Jin Yuan, right? I need to see him for something. Do you know where he went?"

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