Adorable wife sultry: Mr. Ye, don't mess around

Chapter 171 Entering Chinatown

The sad thing is that this silly girl doesn't even know what it's like to like someone, she's so silly, cute and pitiful.

"I just met him after all. I just thought he was pretty nice, and I didn't say that I definitely liked him." Gu Zhenzhen had the coy attitude of a little girl.

Ye Yuhuan nodded: "Indeed, the time you have known each other is too short, and you don't know each other well enough. Besides, we have only been here for three months, and we have to go back after the competition. What will you do then? Stay here Or let him go home with you?"

Gu Zhenzhen was also frowning: "I know, so I didn't think about it, just get along as a friend. Besides, people may not like me, it may be my unilateral feeling."

"That's not true. From my onlooker's perspective, Allen definitely has feelings for you."

Ye Yuhuan was at the side but observed clearly, not only Gu Zhenzhen, a little girl who was secretly observing Alan, but Alan's eyes always inadvertently stayed on Gu Zhenzhen, the magnetic field between the two was almost The kind that pops pink bubbles.

Gu Zhenzhen was a little surprised: "No way, why didn't I feel it?"

"With your thick-lined character, it's strange to be able to detect it. Believe in my eyes, I won't be wrong."

Seeing Gu Zhenzhen's silly expression, Ye Yuhuan sighed slightly in her heart. Gu Zhenzhen and Ai Lun were a perfect match in terms of appearance and personality, but the two problems of knowing each other too short and crossing the border were indeed two problems. It exists between Gu Zhenzhen and Ai Lun. As for how the two develop in the future, it depends on their fate and their good fortune.

During breakfast the next morning, Ye Yuhuan asked Alan, "Do you know if there is a Chinatown in Stockholm?"

"Chinatown? Of course there is, but it's far away from my house. Do you want to go?" Allen was a little surprised, not knowing why Ye Yuhuan was going to Chinatown.

"Going to Chinatown is of course going to find help. Our documents and money are in the suitcase and we have to get them back. If the Swedish police can't count on it, then we can only go to our own compatriots for help. .”

This was what Ye Yuhuan thought about last night. A person is a stranger in a foreign land. In this strange country where she is not familiar with, the first thing she thinks of is the police station, followed by Chinatown.

It can be said that wherever there are Chinese people in the world, there will be Chinatowns, where there are compatriots with yellow skin and black eyes, and familiar hometown dishes. Every Chinese has the awareness to help each other.

"Wow Yuhuan, you are so smart, why didn't I think of it, we can go to the fellow villagers for help." Gu Zhenzhen looked at Ye Yuhuan adoringly, although Ye Yuhuan was not as old as Gu Zhenzhen, but whenever he met When it comes to things, Ye Yuhuan always comes to give advice.

Alan's eyes also brightened: "This idea is good. I heard that many Chinese are very powerful in our local area. Some things are even more effective than the police. I will take you to try."

The three of them found Chinatown by taking the bus and asking for directions. Even Allen actually stepped into this legendary area for the first time.

At noon, Chinatown is still relatively lively. Several Chinese restaurants are full of people, but although there are many Chinese coming and going, most of them are relatively young and speak the local language. It seems that although they look Chinese, they are actually Chinese. Already a native of Sweden.

In addition to Chinese restaurants, there are also several teahouses and clothing stores, which look similar to domestic commercial streets.

The three of them were a little confused. Although there are Chinese people around now, it is not something that ordinary people can do in Sweden if they want to find something that the police can’t do anything about. Potential Chinese will do.

"What should we do, Yu Huan, who should we find?"

Gu Zhenzhen looked around in confusion, and if she couldn't do it, she went up to inquire one by one.

Ye Yuhuan thought for a while, pointed to the restaurant with the largest and most people, and said, "Come on, let's go eat."

Throughout the ages, if you want to find out the best places to get information, of course it is inns and restaurants. Because there are many people coming and going, all kinds of teachings and nine schools will gather in one place, so it is naturally the easiest to get information.

The three of them sat down and opened the menu. Since they came, they couldn't help but eat.

Ye Yuhuan ordered a bowl of Yangchun noodles, Ai Lun ordered Kung Pao Chicken, and Gu Zhenzhen ordered Mapo Tofu.

Ye Yuhuan and Gu Zhenzhen were dumbfounded when the dishes came out. The kung pao chicken had too much sugar and it became diced chicken. Chili pepper star anise, a large bowl of miscellaneous ingredients, the noodles are almost invisible at all, and the taste is even more indescribable.

But Allen didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with it. Instead, he ate Kung Pao Chicken with relish. Looking at the diners next to him, the items on the table were similar to their craftsmanship, but no one seemed to raise any objections.

"Oh my god, can you open a shop with this craftsmanship? And it's so expensive? Pigs won't even eat this stuff!" Gu Zhenzhen couldn't help but screamed, the appearance of the plate of tofu in front of him was a bit too miserable Well, the chef's skill is not even as good as hers, and she can still open the restaurant on the upper and lower floors, and the business is still so good?
Have the Swedes lost their sense of taste?

What they don't know is that most of the Chinese in Sweden were born in Sweden. Most of them have never been back to China, and they don't know what Chinese food should taste like. They only know the classic Kung Pao. Ding chicken, fish-flavored shredded pork and mapo tofu. As for why the diced chicken is called Kung Pao, they don’t understand why there is fish in the shredded pork.

But following Gu Zhenzhen's voice, the entire restaurant fell silent, and all the diners looked at them with blank faces.

No one ever said that there was anything wrong with these dishes, and they all thought that these dishes should taste this way. More importantly, no one dared to say that his dishes were expensive and unpalatable in Brother Bao's restaurant.

With a sound of swiping, someone opened the white curtain of the back kitchen, and walked out a simple-looking middle-aged man about 1.7 meters tall, about 40 years old. He was still wearing an apron, and the eyebrows were deep The creases and a scar at the corner of his eye added a bit of fierceness to him, and he looked very unfriendly.

"Brother Leopard."

"Brother Leopard."

The diners around stood up one after another and greeted him respectfully. It seemed that this man was the owner and chef of this restaurant.

Brother Bao didn't pay attention to the person who greeted him, but walked step by step to the table of Ye Yuhuan and the others, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "I heard that you said that the dishes I cook are expensive and unpalatable, and it would be difficult for pigs to eat them." Do not eat?"

(End of this chapter)