Chapter 1407

Wang Xiaoming came out of a small county in southern China. He had never seen such a luxurious scene before. He had only seen it on TV before, and he immediately let out an exclamation.

Seeing his bumpkin appearance, the maids frowned slightly, with a look of disgust between their brows.

Erina even rolled her eyes several times. If she had followed her previous temperament, she would have driven out country bumpkins like Wang Xiaoming long ago.

"Yang Ming, I'll go in and change my clothes first."

In order to keep things out of sight, Erina said something to Yang Ming and then went to the dressing room under the guidance of a maid.

Watching Erina's slender and charming back gradually disappearing, Wang Xiaoming also keenly realized that he was not welcome.

He lowered his head and glanced at the clothes he was wearing, a set of street stall goods bought from Dibao. The sneakers under his feet were bought several years ago and are now yellowed. It wouldn't matter if they were in his hometown. After all, everyone is used to it, but in this splendid place The villa looks awkward, and smells like a country bumpkin. No wonder he is disliked by Erina, the eldest lady.

After all, the people around Erina are all well-known figures in society, and they are well-dressed, unlike Wang Xiaoming who is so casual.

Wang Xiaoming twitched the corner of his mouth and showed a wry smile.

"Yang Ming, if I had known earlier, I would not have come to Japan with you. I always feel like I am out of place here."

"What are you talking about?" Yang Ming patted Wang Xiaoming on the shoulder and said, "With me here, who dares to say that you are not!"

"What's more, I brought you here to give you a long experience and broaden your horizons. Don't limit your sights to the small place before. Don't forget, you are also the owner of a restaurant now, and you will open a branch in the future. You You don’t want to be as useless as before for the rest of your life, right?”

Yang Ming's words aroused Wang Xiaoming's thoughts.

Yes, before meeting Yang Ming, Wang Xiaoming was just a street vendor. He got up early every day and worked in the dark. The little money he earned had to be handed over to the gangsters. He also had to pay off the debts of his elder brother Wang Dagou, and Wang Bing. He also suffered a lot of grievances and lived a life worse than even a dog.

After all, Yang Ming is one of the top chefs in the world and cannot stay in such a small place for the rest of his life.

Wang Xiaoming, you have to cheer up, you can do it!

If you learn half of Yang Ming's cooking skills, one day you will be able to stand on the stage of this world!

Wang Xiaoming clenched his fists tightly, and his unyielding fighting spirit bloomed again in his black eyes.

Seeing this, Yang Ming smiled.

That's right, don't let him waste all your efforts in bringing him here.

Man is a very wonderful creature.

Many people often talk about what is the use of money. Rich people are not like that.

Anyone who says this is either stupid or bad.

It goes without saying that they are bad, but stupid means that they have not experienced the life of rich people and have no understanding of how rich people live. They just teach others by comparing themselves with each other, and they look like they are arrogant.

But as long as you take people to a place where rich people live, it will definitely subvert a person's original three views.

Some people will be unable to recover, but some people, such as Wang Xiaoming, will inspire him to have unprecedented fighting spirit!

"Yang Ming, what are you talking about? Are you chatting so happily?"

Yingying's sweet voice came, attracting the attention of Yang Ming and Wang Xiaoming.

When his eyes turned, Wang Xiaoming was stunned.

However, Erina came slowly, her long golden hair was spread smoothly behind her, and she lifted up a thin leg wrapped in red butterfly white stockings from under the complicated crowd, taking small steps, a picture The delicate and charming faces shone brightly under the light of the golden chandelier, reflecting in the pupils of Yang Ming and Wang Xiaoming.

beautiful! What a nice view!

Beautiful as a fairy!

As the saying goes, women are two different creatures before and after makeup.

Wang Xiaoming has never seen such a beautiful girl, with a delicate and beautiful face, a golden-proportioned figure, and she is smeared with Chanel perfume from Paris, France. The luxurious and quiet fragrance is enough to make every man fascinated.

Under Wang Xiaoming's gaze, Erina ignored him, went straight to Yang Ming's side, stretched out two slender jade arms, with a faint smile on her face, and took Yang Ming's arms in a calm manner. arm.

"Yang Ming, let's get to the table and eat."

"Well, okay." Yang Ming nodded and said to Wang Xiaoming, who was stunned at the side: "Let's go together."

Wang Xiaoming nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and his whole soul seemed to be taken away. He didn't know how he got to the dining table, and walked over in a daze. Before he could react from just now, a pair of eyes glanced at him from time to time. To Erina, her face felt a little hot.

"Gululu, Gululu!"

Suddenly, there was a sound of rolling wheels, and Erina turned her head. In her big eyes, only the man walking towards her - the dining cart being pushed in his hands.

"Uncle Seiichiro! What are we eating today?" Erina's cheeks were slightly red due to excitement.

This man's long red hair was pushed unruly behind his head, and his exposed face showed a handsome outline as if it had been sliced ​​by a knife.

Yukihira Joichiro!

He's actually here too!

Yang Ming nodded towards Yukihira Joichiro as a greeting.

Yukihira Joichiro returned a smile, and then moved the dishes on the dining car to the three of them one by one, and then slowly opened the lid under the expectant eyes of the three.

The moment you open it, an amazing aroma rushes into your nose. The fragrant Zhouda soup is thick and milky white, with finely chopped tomatoes, parsley, onions and basil leaves floating on it.

"This is……"

Wang Xiaoming was surprised and wanted to complain:

"This little soup is not even a bowl of soup that I usually drink. It's just all fancy."

Of course, Wang Xiaoming also knew that once he said this, he would probably be despised to death by Erina.

Yang Ming used a spoon to scoop a spoonful of soup into his mouth. The delicious taste of the clam meat immediately rushed through his mouth, as if he was in a clear river, feeling the fish swimming happily around him.

The cheese corn pasta exudes a light sweetness, the eight-piece fish from Calcio is crystal clear and extremely tender, and there is also a mushroom braised beef rib, which uses the most tender beef ribs and fry them with olive oil until the surface is brown. Topped with an Italian-style sauce made with exotic spices.

Yang Ming chewed the steak and mushrooms together, and felt not only the rich and delicious taste lingering between his lips and teeth, but also a taste that could not be ignored.

Yang Ming's eyes lit up, "This fragrance and sourness... it's lemon!"