Wen Chong finally ate the peanut and comforted himself: "This taste... has never tasted it."

Wen Chong had never tasted the peanuts of this taste. Although he knew it was broken, he still ate it because he had never eaten it.

That's all, many things require reasons, but not very reason.

The taste that has not been tried is always attractive, just like if you want to try radish pickles after eating too many delicacies.

The person next to him glanced at Wen Chong, a thin white-faced scholar glanced at him, and said to his drink friends: "This guy is actually embarrassed to come in... he is not dressed."

In fact, the thin white-faced scholar is wearing average clothes.

"Drink, don't worry about it." A strong man with a red face said, it seemed that he had drunk a lot of wine.

The strong man with red face said it well. He should drink well when drinking, so what if he does so much.

Distracted and unhappy to drink.

Wen Chong ignored what the white-faced scholar said, and he was too lazy to pay attention to it. After all, eating the broken peanuts is much more interesting than listening to the white-faced scholar's speech.

Wen Chong poured a glass of wine and drank it. The wine might be dirty and it might be very dignified, but if it could be drunk, then there would be nothing inclusive in the world.

The thin white-faced scholar saw Wen Chong drinking quite generously. He felt inexplicably unhappy and sarcastically said, "That poor look can only be filled with peanuts." After saying that, he picked up a piece of fat and big mutton and stuffed it into his mouth, and his mouth was full of oil.

The sound of the news is turned on and turned a blind eye, and still pours and drinks it by yourself, and drinks by yourself freely.

If it were the case before, those who dared to talk to him like this would have been lying on the ground... Of course, there would not be such a person. If there were, that person would have been Wen Chong himself.

Wen Chong did a lot of things to bully others by relying on money.

Wen Chong remembered that he went out alone to experience life. He changed into ordinary clothes, got a messy hairstyle, and found an ordinary hotel to have dinner. Although Wen Chong was ordinary, he was still in the top-notch order. He quietly found a place to sit down and then ordered an order.

There was a young master at the table next to Wen Zhong. The young master was dining with a relatively beautiful internet celebrity face. Seeing Wen Zhong dressed like that, and carefully looked through the menu, thinking that Wen Zhong was looking at the price. In order to make the internet celebrity face, he smiled and said, "That guy must be choosing the cheapest dish."

After hearing what the young master said, the internet celebrity looked at Wen Chong, covered his mouth and smiled, and said softly: "Okay, I can't come here for a meal, don't make fun of him like this, it's not good... I don't want you to be like this~ We are all highly educated and qualified people."

Wen Chong wanted to experience the life of ordinary people at that time, but he was ridiculed. However, he thought about the purpose of his trip, so he endured it. After all, he knew that there were too many such people.

Wen Chong took the menu and asked the waiter: "Is there any more homely dish?"

The waiter's face became even colder, but he could still see the smile. The slightly frozen smile said to Wen Chong softly: "Yes, sir, read this recipe." After saying that, he took back the recipe he had just given to Wen Chong and handed it to Wen Chongling a recipe. This recipe does not have a black leather gold-edged cover, but a simple plastic cover.

Wen Chong was used to eating good food, so he wanted to change his taste. Unfortunately, he was tired of eating the recipe on the black leather gold-edged cover every day, such as Tian Guo Foie Gras, Hell Matsutake, etc.... He was tired of eating... so he was very happy to take the recipe on the plastic cover from the waiter.
Chapter completed!