Lin Qinghan, who was originally happy, disappeared without a trace the moment she saw Zhang Xuan.
Oops, I forgot to tell him not to come back tonight! Oh, what should I do! In this way, what I told this girl will soon be exposed!
Lin Qinghan stood up from the table with an ugly face and walked towards Zhang Xuan.
Zhang Xuan saw that Lin Qinghan looked bad and asked with concern: "Boss Lin, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"No!" Lin Qinghan whispered to Zhang Xuan in a serious tone, and then the two jade discs naturally joined Zhang Xuan's arms, "Also, don't call me Boss Lin, I told that girl that you are an artist and met me at an art exhibition, remember?"
Zhang Xuan couldn't help laughing when he heard it.
"What are you laughing at?" Sylvia Lin's small hand twisted the soft flesh on the inside of Zhang Xuan's arm, and her beautiful big eyes showed a strong warning, "Don't laugh! Don't show me the secret, otherwise you'll be dead!" "OK, OK!" Zhang Xuan quickly begged for mercy, gesturing, "Qinghan, don't worry, I will never show the secret!" Sylvia Lin looked much better after hearing what Zhang Xuan said, and at the same time, a touch of tenderness appeared on her face, trying not to let her bestie see it. Zhang Xuan looked at Sylvia Lin's lovely appearance, and couldn't help sighing in his heart, as long as she was a woman, she would have vanity, who didn't want her husband to be a prince charming, and President Lin was no exception. Just after saying this, the short-haired woman in the kitchen came out with a plate of exquisite pastries. "Ah! This is Zhang Xuan." The woman put the pastries on the dining table and walked towards Zhang Xuan. Zhang Xuan, who was still smiling a second ago, changed his expression at this moment, straightened his back, and took the initiative to extend his hand, "Hello, I am Zhang Xuan, forgive me for being blunt, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen except my wife."
Zhang Xuan's words were full of Western gentleman etiquette. He only took a look at the short-haired woman and concluded that the other party was definitely a returnee.
Sure enough, the short-haired woman was amused by Zhang Xuan's words, and stretched out her hand to shake Zhang Xuan lightly, "Mr. Zhang, you are really interesting. My name is Milan, Qinghan's best friend."
"I often hear Qinghan mention you." Zhang Xuan just grabbed Milan's four fingers in front of the second joint.
"Mr. Zhang, Qinghan said that you are an artist and proficient in the cultures of various countries. It's true. Your Western etiquette is more standard than those nobles I have seen." Milan praised sincerely, "Sit down quickly, the food will be ready soon."
After Milan finished speaking, she turned around and brought a gust of fragrant wind and walked towards the kitchen.
Zhang Xuan and Sylvia Lin sat at the table. Seeing the doubt in the woman's eyes, Zhang Xuan took the initiative to explain, "I did training in this area when I was a waiter at the Faguo restaurant."
Milan presented a series of delicacies to the table. Zhang Xuan saw more than 20 kinds of oysters alone.
"Oysters, I haven't enjoyed them for a long time." Zhang Xuan sighed in his heart.
Sylvia Lin sat next to Zhang Xuan, and the way she secretly swallowed her saliva when Zhang Xuan was not paying attention was very cute.
In addition to oysters, Milan also served beef and whole duck. The shape was exquisite, which made people's appetite whetted.
"Mr. Zhang, Qinghan said that you know a lot about the catering culture of Faguo." After Milan put the whole duck on the table, he sat opposite Zhang Xuan and Sylvia Lin.
Lin Qinghan looked at the food on the table. Compared with Milan's, the Di Sant'Eva restaurant was too low-end. The catering culture was also more high-end. Zhang Xuan was just a waiter. How could he be exposed to these? She was just about to open her mouth to help Zhang Xuan, saying that Zhang Xuan had only dabbled in it a little, but Zhang Xuan's voice sounded first.
"The oysters of France are rich in variety. Looking at these oysters in front of us, they should be fresh ones brought by Miss Milan. After cooking, people can feel the charm of the front, middle and back, which is endless and fierce, but it is not suitable as the first dish. I think Miss Milan was testing me when she brought this plate of oysters." Zhang Xuan smiled faintly and looked at the beef again. "Tartar beef is usually mixed with salt, pepper and sauce, and occasionally eggs are added and mixed evenly. However, looking at Miss Milan's method, three to four quail eggs should be added here. The quail eggs here should be prepared to match the oysters in taste. As for this confit duck, I think Qinghan should like it, otherwise, confit duck should not appear in this combination." As soon as Zhang Xuan finished speaking, Milan's applause sounded. "Pa pa pa!"
"Mr. Zhang, I have to admit that your understanding of French cuisine is really as profound as Qinghan said."
"Miss Milan, you are too kind. I just dabbled in it." Zhang Xuan smiled slightly. He behaved like a gentleman.
Sylvia Lin looked at the man next to her. Every move was full of etiquette and every word was impeccable. She wondered if this was still the spineless man she knew. If he wore a suit and appeared in a high-end place, everyone would probably think that he was an aristocrat from the West!
Sylvia Lin's idea just came up, and she felt that her little hand under the table was surrounded by warmth. She glanced at Zhang Xuan, who was winking at Sylvia Lin, as if to say, how about it, I performed well.
Sylvia Lin snorted, pulled her little hand out of Zhang Xuan's hand, and grabbed the duck confit on the table.
Zhang Xuan picked up a piece of beef, dipped it in mustard juice, put it in his mouth, and waited for three seconds before starting to chew.
Milan, who was sitting opposite Zhang Xuan, did exactly the same thing as Zhang Xuan. This was the most standard way to eat, and it was also the way to keep the taste the best. Before Zhang Xuan made such a move, Milan paid special attention to Zhang Xuan.
During the meal, Lin Qinghan found Milan to talk about some topics between women. They were chatting happily, and Milan suddenly asked Zhang Xuan: "Mr. Zhang, I heard from Qinghan that you two met at an art exhibition?"
Lin Qinghan's heart skipped a beat. She didn't expect Milan to ask even these questions. Zhang Xuan happened to be a waiter in the French restaurant. He knew a little about French cuisine and Western etiquette, but what did he know about art exhibitions!
"Milan, are you checking our Zhang Xuan's household registration?" Lin Qinghan muttered.
"Yes, it's to check the household registration. I have to know how your Zhang Xuan deceived our icy female president." Milan looked at Zhang Xuan with curiosity in her eyes.
Lin Qinghan stretched out her greasy little hand, pulled Zhang Xuan's arm, and winked at Zhang Xuan from an angle that Milan could not see, saying, "Zhang Xuan, ignore her."
"I said, Miss President, you are not fooling me, are you?" Milan put on an expression that said I am not easy to fool.
"Of course not!" Lin Qinghan's little face was a little hurried, "We, we are..."