2467 Isn't It Right for You to Feed Me?

Not only did Lu Mann have no dissatisfaction with her married life, but she felt that with her married life, her life would be more fulfilling.

The most important thing is that she only has her husband in her eyes, so she can't receive signals from other men.

The last one made Han Zhuoli the most happy.

Han Zhuoli rubbed Lu Man hard.

Lu Mann was suddenly picked up by him, and when he turned around, he felt that the surrounding scenery was turning.

A few seconds later, Han Zhuoli placed her on the desk behind him.

Han Zhuoli supported the desks on both sides of her with his long arms, trapping her.

"What do you want to eat tonight?" Han Zhuoli asked with a low laugh.

All the unhappiness just now was put aside.

But with his expression, Lu Man felt that he was saying, "I want to eat you tonight."

"Would you like to eat hot pot?" Lu Man asked, "When you come here to eat western food, you will taste bad in your mouth, so uncomfortable."

Now Lu Man misses Chinese food very much.

What hot and sour noodles, pot-packed meat, ramen, small barbecue, snail noodles, even Laotan sauerkraut beef noodles and Laoganma she wants.

But the Chinese food here is really not good.

In order to cater to the tastes of the locals, the taste has nothing to do with Chinese food.

There are only a few dishes.

Zuo Zongtang's chicken is a dish that has never been heard of in China, and it does not suit her taste at all.

So now, Lu Man really misses the heavy taste in China.

"Okay." Han Zhuoli responded with a smile.

He packed up the documents and took Lu Mann to eat hot pot.

When it comes to hot pot, one has to say that Yan Beicheng is a foodie.

Because I love to eat Chongqing hot pot, I directly opened a hot pot restaurant in China.

So the chain mode was turned on out of control.

Then opened the hot pot restaurant overseas.

In the words of Yan Beicheng, it is to let all compatriots overseas can eat authentic hometown delicacies.

Therefore, even if the hot pot restaurant opens overseas, it has no intention of catering to the tastes of the local people and making any changes.

Yan Beicheng's original words were: "I prescribe it for Chinese people. If other people are not used to eating it, don't eat it. Why should we wrong the stomachs of our compatriots for them?"

Therefore, no matter where it is, the hot pot restaurants in Yanbei City are super authentic.

Although in some places, the business is not so good because of this, but Yan Beicheng said: "Brother can afford it."

Han Zhuoli and Lu Mann went to a hot pot restaurant in New York opened by Yan Beicheng.

The two ordered the classic mandarin duck pot.

Although Lu Mann likes spicy food, she really can't bear to put the vegetables in the red oil pot, the dishes will become very spicy.

Lu Mann took out a piece of slippery beef from the red oil pan, and the moment he put it in his mouth, the fresh and strong spicy aroma spread in his mouth, filling his entire mouth.

Finally able to taste the taste of his hometown, Lu Mann was so moved that he almost cried.

Lu Man couldn't help closing her eyes in satisfaction, and even smiled.

"It's delicious!" Lu Man said satisfied, "I really want to thank Yan Beicheng for opening such an authentic hotpot restaurant here."

"Why don't you thank me for bringing you to eat hot pot?" Han Zhuoli was jealous.

"You are my husband, shouldn't you feed me?" Lu Man said naturally.

Han Zhuoli was right when he thought about it.

The only way to thank him is to meet Yan Beicheng.

Thinking about it this way, Han Zhuoli felt very good.

The two talked and laughed, satisfied with this authentic home-cooked meal.