His Long Love

When they came to the private room, they sat down.

"Or black pepper steak and pasta?" Ji Wanzhou asked.

"Well, super want to eat, I feel so hungry that I can eat the next cow!" Meng Qingge exaggerates.

I have to say, it's really a very physical thing.

Ji Wanzhou chuckled and asked, "how would you like your steak?"

"Three points, forget it, well done!" Meng Qingge generally likes to eat medium rare filet mignon, but today suddenly wants to eat well done.

Meng Qingge said that when he was fully ripe, Ji Wanzhou and the waiters were stunned.

Few people want to eat steak well done, so they can't eat beef fresh.

"By the way, don't fry it in butter, change it into olive oil, and add a potato cauliflower soup, light salt, thank you." Meng Qingge added.

"OK." The waiter should say.

Ji Wanzhou likes it medium rare, but she says to the waiter, "I'm the same as her."

The waiter went out and the two of them were left in the room.

"The first day?" Ji Wanzhou asked.

"The front is OK, but the back is not very smooth." Meng Qingge said lightly.

"Well? What's the matter? " Ji Wanzhou raises eyebrows.

"Ji Mengyao has stuck a camera lens for more than ten times, but he can't pass." In Meng Qingge's eyes, there is no meaning of schadenfreude.

This, however, made Ji Wanzhou a little surprised, but since she didn't want to say anything more, he didn't want to ask more.

After a while, the steaks, pasta and soups were served.

Meng Qingge smell, know why Ji Wanzhou brought her to this shop.

Although the steak and soup have not yet been imported, but their fragrance has made Meng Qingge very surprised and surprised.

It smells delicious.

Meng Qingge is also hungry, also can't care about what table manners in front of the season evening boat.

Pick up the knife and fork and start to cut the steak, a steak, and then pasta.

Season evening boat is slow to cut the steak, there should be some etiquette to eat, or to have.

This is what Ji Wanzhou's mother taught him. Even if he is hungry, he should have etiquette when eating. He should not gobble up because he is hungry.

Although Meng Qingge is slim, she eats a little more. A steak and pasta are not enough, but she can't finish eating another one.

"Another one?" Ji Wanzhou raised his head and asked.

He looked at Meng Qingge, as if he had not had enough.

"I can't finish another one." Meng Qingge frowned and tangled.

"If you can't finish eating, why don't you put it there? Or are you hungry to eat more than one Season evening boat looks at Meng Qingge this tangled small expression, helplessly smiles.

So the bell rang, and soon a waiter came in.

"Try this mushroom sauce. It tastes good." Ji Wanzhou recommended.

Meng Qingge nodded and said, "good."

"Would you like more soup?" Ji Wanzhou looked in front of Meng Qingge, and she finished her soup.

"Well, I'll have borscht." Meng Qingge thought and opened his mouth.

"Yes, just a moment, please." The waiter went out.

Half way through the second steak and pasta, Meng Qingge was full.

Looking at the remaining half of the steak and pasta, Meng Qingge frowned slightly.

"Can you pack it? This steak with mushroom sauce is delicious Meng Qingge raised his head and looked at the season boat, which was sitting opposite her and eating steak gracefully.

"It won't taste good if it's heated again. I'll bring you if you want to eat it later." Season evening boat swallows the beef in the mouth, just slowly say.

"All right." Meng Qingge reluctantly said.

As a foodie and a picky eater, she is full of respect for delicious food.

For a delicious food, the best respect and love for it is to eat it, but not the kind of residue left.

In the eyes of Ji Wanzhou, Meng Qingge is such a delicacy.

It's just that Meng Qingge doesn't know.

Of course, Ji Wanzhou won't let her know.

After eating and drinking, the two men got back on the bus.

"Where are we going now?" Meng Qingge felt his slightly bulging stomach and said.

"Go home." Ji Wanzhou replied and started the engine.