The richest man, starting with picking up leaks

Guo Kun had successfully set Hai Yuankai on fire, and he left in front of Hai Yuankai very satisfied.

“Lan Xue, please invite Mr. Jiang Heng over, the birthday dinner begins.”

Saladin had a good impression of Jiang Heng, and seeing that his daughter and Jiang Heng were also chatting with each other, Saladin was even more happy.

“Jiang Heng, let’s go over.”

Jiang Heng also smiled and nodded and agreed, this time Bai Lanxue’s eighteenth birthday Saladin was completely according to the customs of the magic capital.

I also ate Modu cuisine.

The only regret is that Saladin is religious and cannot drink alcohol.

“Dad, Mom, I’m eighteen years old and an adult. According to the rules of our Arabs, I will make you a dish with my own hands. Well, today I’ll make an onion noodle dish. ”

Halfway through the birthday dinner, Bai Lanxue stood up and said to her parents with a smile.

“Good, good. Blue snow grew up. “It is the Arab rule that when a daughter has a bar mitzvah at the age of eighteen, she should cook a dish for her parents.

No matter how well this dish is made, it can be regarded as a daughter’s filial piety to her parents when she grows up.

Open onion noodles? Jiang Heng’s heart moved, and he whispered to Bai Lanxue.

Bai Lanxue raised her eyebrows, and she didn’t understand why Jiang Heng would let her put the boiled noodles into wheat straw water and boil them.

The back garden of wheat grass white and blue snow was really planted, and white and blue snow believed Jiang Heng’s words.

Although she didn’t know what was the use of doing so, Bai Lanxue still did what Jiang Heng said.

In a short time, two bowls of open onion noodles with a faint wheat aroma were served by Bai Lanxue herself.

Saladin took a bite and suddenly stopped, he looked at his daughter suspiciously, “Lan Xue, is this really what you did?” ”

Bai Lanxue was also uneasy, but she invited a chef from the magic capital to be in the back kitchen. Although Bai Lanxue made the onion noodles by herself just now, the process was taught by the chef.

Only with one difference, the boiled noodles are served in warm water that has been boiled with wheat grass.

The chef was also stunned, not knowing how Bai Lanxue could whimsically come out with such a hand.

“Yes, it’s made of Lan Xue, how does it taste bad?”

“Haha, no, no. It’s not bad, it’s too delicious! Aisha, I really didn’t expect our daughter’s open onion noodles to be so delicious! Lan Xue, hurry up and make a few more bowls, and let the guests share them tonight. ”

“Is it really that delicious?” Bai Lanxue was very surprised, she had not eaten the onion noodles, it should be said that the taste was quite good, but it was not exaggerated to what her father said.

When a bowl of open onion noodles with a faint wheat fragrance was placed in front of everyone, everyone’s appetite was opened. It tastes so wonderful.

“Mr. Saladin, I really didn’t expect Ling Yuan to really go up to the hall and down to the kitchen. Showmanship. I don’t know if our family Yuankai has this blessing. ”

Hai Changping simply picked out the words, he just wanted to see Saladin’s reaction.

But he forgot that Saladin’s Chinese proficiency was limited, and Salala’s assistant and translator, Li Yue, was busy eating onion noodles and did not translate for him.

Hai Changping looked at Bai Lanxue’s clear water-like eyes just communicating with Jiang Heng, and he didn’t look at his son Hai Yuankai at all, and couldn’t help but sigh secretly.

Hai Changping glanced at Jiang Heng, and had already made up his mind in his heart. He could spend money to get Jiang Heng to leave the magic capital.

In Hai Changping’s view, a few hundred thousand people who put on a mobile phone film have not sent him away.

After making up his mind, Hai Changping’s heart was also set.

After eating the birthday dinner, Bai Lanxue took the initiative to ask to play a piano piece to help the fun.

“It’s really getting more and more boring, if it weren’t for the beauty of this girl, I would have slipped away earlier.”

Hai Yuankai listened to the straight sleep.

Of course, Jiang Heng can hear that Bai Lanxue is playing a MySoul, the main melody has a faint sadness, and the secondary melody has a happy beat.

This piece is extremely difficult to play, and the white and blue snow is not bad, but it is worse than Qin Lina.

This Jiang Heng can also understand, after all, playing tickets and professional is still very different.

Guo Kun, who has been suppressed, seems to have found a common language at once, after Bai Lanxue finished playing this MySoul.

Guo Kun enthusiastically clapped, “Miss Bai Lanxue, I really didn’t expect you to play the piano so well.” I’ve been learning piano since I was a kid, and I’ll play one too! Ha, I’ll have a dream wedding! ”

Guo Kun finally seized the opportunity, and no matter what others thought, he sat down in front of the piano and played.

Guo Kun’s mother smiled on her face.

“Madam, you see that our Guo Kun and Lan Xue are matching. There is an idiom called Qinse and Ming, which is really suitable for them. Young men and women who have the same hobbies can go a long way, and they will be happier after marriage. ”