Chapter 260 Couples Restaurant

"Let me see, the Wings of Love, the Dream Love Galaxy, the River of Heart..."

As the girl read out the names of the dishes one after another, Wang Xianxian became more interested.

He was curious about what these fancy dish names looked like.

After opening the electronic menu, Wang Xianxian was directly shocked.

The densely packed dishes instantly filled Wang Xianxian's eyes.

Behind those dishes, all were marked "For Chef's Exclusively", Wang Xianxian opened his mouth slightly and couldn't help but say.

"As expected of an eighth-grade spiritual chef, he knows so many dishes."

At this moment, Yu Xianer sat next to Wang Xianxian from the opposite side, holding the menu.

"There are so many dishes. I don't know what to eat. Is there anything you want to eat?"

The sudden fragrance from the girl's hair made Wang Xianxian's heart beat wildly.

"I...I'm not hungry...I just ate..."

"There are a lot of desserts. You haven't eaten for several days, so you just digested those things with your spiritual energy." Yu Xian'er opened another page of the menu.

Looking at the distressed His Highness beside him, the corners of Wang Xianxian's mouth slightly raised.

He enjoyed this state very much. When His Highness was not reading his mind, he could freely express his joy to the other party from the bottom of his heart.

Rubbing Wang Xianxian in a daze with her little hands, Yuxian'er pouted and turned on the little boss mode.

"Oh, don't be stunned. After eating, we still have to go to the night market, and after that we have to go to the secret place."

"I agreed to treat you to dinner last time, but I have put it off until now. This is my treat for you, so you must order it."

Wang Xianxian quickly picked up the menu and read it carefully.

[Wings of Love (Level 5 Spiritual Food) Price: 28,999 yuan]

[Queqiao (Level 6 Spiritual Food) Price: 47543 yuan]

So expensive!

Suddenly, Wang Xianxian remembered the balance in the other party's card.

Your Highness may have forgotten that he has no money now...

Thinking of this, Wang Xianxian silently scrolled down and started looking for some cheap spiritual food.

Finally, his eyes stopped on a dish without a picture.

[Psychiatrist (special sale, abnormal ordering) price: 8 yuan]

Wang Xianxian was stunned. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the price again.

After repeatedly confirming that there was only 'yuan' after 8, he was stunned.

What kind of spiritual food restaurant has dishes that cost eight yuan?

With prices these days, eight yuan is barely enough for an ordinary breakfast.

At this time, Yu Xianer also discovered this dish called Psychiatrist.

The two young men looked at each other and then waved in unison.

"waiter."

After a while, a nearby waiter came over.

"Can you two help me with anything?"

Yu Xian'er pointed to the menu: "What kind of dish is this psychiatrist? Why is there no picture?"

The waiter smiled knowingly: "This is the dish you are talking about. I'm sorry, I can't explain this dish to you. This is the rule of the store."

"This dish is a special dish. Whether it is sold or not depends entirely on the chef."

"We apologize for the inconvenience caused by the special regulations."

After hearing the explanation, Yu Xianer showed a kind smile and didn't say much.

Famous and powerful chefs have more or less special rules, which doesn't surprise her.

Being a spiritual chef is a respectable profession, and the spiritual chef himself is also a strong person.

Therefore, no matter how powerful or powerful they are, few people will cause trouble because of their rules.

Even her father would not break other people's rules just because of his own desires.

This is respect for the strong and the food.

"I will inform the chef immediately." The waiter smiled politely.

"Sorry to trouble you," Wang Xianxian said.

"You're welcome." After saying that, the waiter quickly walked to the kitchen.

After a while, the waiter came back. She smiled and put a bouquet of flowers into the vase on the table.

"Hello, our chef has decided to sell this dish for you. Please wait a moment. The dish will be here shortly."

After hearing this, Yu Xianer suddenly became excited.

In addition to her identity, she is also a little girl who gets special gifts and is happy when she opens a hidden blind box.

But Wang Xianxian's happiness was even simpler.

His Highness is happy, and so is he.

Ten minutes later, a man wearing a chef's uniform slowly walked to their dining table, holding a dinner plate.

He looks middle-aged, his white chef uniform is very smooth, like a suit, and his every move exudes elegance.

Looking at the two expecting children, the elegant chef showed a gentle smile.

"Hello, my name is Li Rongze, and I am the chef of this restaurant. This is the dish you ordered. Please use it slowly."

After placing the dinner plate on the dining table, he slowly opened the metal lid.

The true identity of the mysterious dish on the tray finally appeared in front of the two of them.

A plate of golden and attractive egg fried rice is placed quietly in the center of the table, exuding an alluring aroma.

The rice has distinct grains and is fried just right, slightly crispy on the outside but still soft on the inside.

The golden color of the eggs contrasts sharply with the whiteness of the rice, and the green scallions are interspersed, adding a touch of life to the dish.

Wang Xianxian was dumbfounded.

This so-called special dish turned out to be just an ordinary...

Egg fried rice?

He didn't believe it and tried to use his mental power to find out what was different about this egg fried rice.

But in the end, his answer was that this dish was egg fried rice made with ordinary ingredients.

The fried rice is worth the eight yuan price.

The girl's beautiful eyes also showed confusion.

What she didn't understand was why a psychologist had to be called for a plate of fried rice?

Out of curiosity, the two picked up chopsticks, gently picked up a small piece of fried rice, and put it into their mouths.

The softness of the rice and the deliciousness of the eggs intertwined on the tip of the tongue, the freshness of the chopped green onions and the salty fragrance of the seasonings, with distinct layers and rich taste.

While chewing, each grain of rice seemed to jump in the mouth.

With each bite of chewing, the emotions hidden in the fried rice began to gradually spread in the mouth.

Memories that had never been there began to emerge in my mind.

On a rainy night, in a restaurant, the girl brought a plate of fried rice to the boy who was covered in injuries.

The scene changed.

The proud boy stood on the awakening stage, raised his head high, and looked at the girl applauding below the stage.

Then, the young man appeared on the podium, enjoying the cheers of the audience, including the girl crying below the stage.

Memories turned to the next page like an album.

The young couple put rings on each other and entered the palace of marriage.

Next page.

The decadent man lay on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling with lifeless eyes, and a quiet woman next to him was smiling and saying something to him.

Another page.

The same face, the same decadence, but the scene changed to the kitchen. The man held a bag of salt in his hand and kept pouring it into his mouth. The woman next to him was crying and trying to stop him from eating salt.

The scene turned again, and the two began to busy themselves in the kitchen. The man's expression was a little more confident, and the woman's expression was still very gentle.

Next page.

The woman lay in the man's arms with blood all over her body.

The last page.

The man held a kitchen knife and stepped onto a huge award podium, enjoying the cheers from all over the world.

As the memory ended, the plate in front of Wang Xianxian was empty.