hollywood billionaire

Chapter 162
The head of the bed and the quilt are just the starting point of the battle.

The curtains in front of the low window sill were almost completely torn off, the edgeless glass covered with handprints on the spotless sink, and the shower head in the shower room soaking two people at the same time.

When the youthful madness subsides a bit, the sky of London has been rendered completely different by the deep Persian blue and the bewitching royal purple.

The British Isles, located north of the continent and closer to the polar circle, have a much later sunset time than Los Angeles.The hour hand has to go through the number nine before the city completely sinks into the night.Therefore, if you don't look at your mobile phone, people can't judge the current time according to the normal concept of weather.

Especially when a thunderstorm is sweeping across the south of England.

The sporadic branch lightning that turned the sky into silvery white, like the rumbling thunder coming from the end of the world, coupled with the dense raindrops hitting the windows, made the bedroom even more tranquil and leisurely.

Thunderstorm is a good time for lingering.

"Six o'clock...fifty."

Lying lazily on Han Yi's chest, there was no barrier between Barbara and the young rich man. There was only a white bath towel that was not completely dry, which was casually placed on the private parts, barely covering the almost bursting spring.

"One hour, 15 minutes."

Han Yi murmured a sentence in Chinese in a barely audible voice, and then nodded with satisfaction, giving himself encouragement and recognition.

"What are you talking about?" Barbara exhaled comfortably with her left cheek pressed against Han Yi's skin.

"Sounds very romantic."

"I literally said..." A narrow smile appeared on Han Yi's face, and to be honest, "One hour and fifteen minutes."

"Are you counting the time?"

Barbara held Han Yi's cheek in her left hand, leaned her right elbow on the quilt, propped herself up slightly, shook her head in disbelief and laughed.

"What a naive ghost."

"That's not what you called me when you bit the pillow just now... ouch!"

Han Yi, who was pinched in the chest, grinned in pain. He used the gym as his second supermodel, so the strength in his hands was naturally insignificant.

"If only your tongue was so flexible just now."

Barbara's skills are not inferior at all if she speaks a yellow accent in the competition.

"Already learning."

"Good boy."

The tender kiss from Budapest made Han Yi feel a little ready to move, but he knew that he could no longer fall into this gentle town.

"So..."

Han Yi opened his arms, trying to find an appropriate topic to divert the heated atmosphere between them.

"So..."

Barbara rolled her eyes and helped him down the steps.

"Your phone should be fully charged."

"It should have been charged to 100%." ​​Han Yi nodded.

"Well, I don't think it's that fast." Barbara pretended to frown and think, "about 50%."

"Wow." Han Yi stared, "It hurts."

"Ok, ok, then 70%."

Barbara smiled.

"We'll find out when we go down and have a look."

Having said that, Barbara pecked Han Yi's forehead again, and twisted her body to get out of bed.

But maybe it was too much movement, which aroused the resonance of Han Yi's body. In this quiet bedroom, there was a sound of intestinal peristalsis representing hunger.

"Hmmm, check it out. The battery is fully charged, but at what cost?"

Barbara smugly put her hands on her hips, as if she had accomplished a great achievement.But, unfortunately, as soon as the last word fell, her stomach began to growl.

In Han Yi's eyes, Barbara Pavon, whose face was reddish, and who was covering her mouth and giggling, was extremely cute and full of vitality.

If she was wearing clothes, this appreciation should be purer.

"Here, put this on."

Han Yi rolled over and got out of bed, found Barbara's black silk pajamas from the bathroom, draped it over the other's shoulders, and then began to look for traces of his clothes.

"Oops."

Han Yi grinned, holding his white shirt with four buttons missing to his eyes with a bitter face.

"broken."

"It's revenge."

Grandma Barbara fiercely showed her little canine teeth.

"Don't worry, wear mine, I have a lot of oversize sweaters... Oh, no, you can just wear normal ones, your size should be about the same as mine."

"...I don't even know if that counts as a compliment."

"Of course I'm complimenting you, which man doesn't want to become a Victoria's Secret angel?"

While joking, the two awkwardly helped each other get dressed, and then tiptoed to the first floor like a pair of high school sweethearts who shouldn't be staying at the woman's house.

The sound insulation effect of the upper and lower parts of this row house is really good. Han Yi and Barbara had a great time demolishing the house on the third floor, but Feamu Derwig fell asleep on the sofa in the living room.British Attorney General Michael Gove was on TV answering media questions about Brexit, but it was difficult to hear what he had to say in the muted state.

"Go and sit down first, Yi."

Barbara patted Han Yi's arm and said angrily.

"I'm going to cook. If you don't mind, we can eat together... In this weather, it should be difficult to get a taxi to the restaurant."

"No, how can I let you cook alone? The era of only women in the kitchen is over, Miss Parvin."

"You can also cook?"

"Look, this is called gender discrimination." Han Yi curled his lips.

"No, this is wealth discrimination." Barbara spread her hands, as if it was a matter of course, "Since I was a child, my family should have changed a Michelin chef every week, right?"

"Did you see those hands?"

Unconvinced, Han Yi stretched out his calloused hands and turned them back and forth to show Barbara.

"This is a pair of hands that have been self-reliant for a long time... No, it seems a bit ambiguous."

Looking at Barbara who was holding back her laughter so hard, Han Yi issued a challenge.

"I bet the food I make is better than yours."

"Mister, it's on!"

Barbara looked deeply offended.

"You can say that I'm fat, you can say that I'm not a professional cat walker, but you can't say that my cooking is not delicious! As long as we are in Budapest, my sister and I cook our own food almost every day, and we never stop. "

"First of all, I didn't say that your cooking is not delicious... I just said that it is not as good as mine."

Han Yi slowly stretched out his index and middle fingers.

"Secondly, the number of times has nothing to do with technology."

"That's why you could only come twice?" Barbara narrowed her eyes slightly and pointed to the ceiling.

"Ouch."

Han Yi received the biggest critical blow of the day.

"Come on, sir, I have to beat you in the kitchen today." Barbara Pavon's competitive spirit was aroused, and she took Han Yi's hand to the end of the first floor, "Before we start, let's decide Three basic rules."

"Tell me." Han Yi crossed his arms and readily agreed.

"First, you can't ask for help. You must complete the dishes by yourself."

"No problem, these hands are independent elephants... Forget it, the more I say it, the more ambiguous it becomes."

"Second, you can't peek at the other party's cooking process and skills."

"I can't remember even after seeing it." Han Yi looked serious.

"Number..."

Han Yi, who was serious about telling jokes, managed to make Barbara laugh out loud.She bit her tongue to calm down.

"third……"

"Whoever does it first wins!"

Before finishing speaking, Barbara took advantage of her long legs and the time difference, rushed to the refrigerator with a brisk walk, and began to pull ingredients out.

"Not childish at all, Barbara."

Han Yi stood where he was and sighed softly.

"Who cares if it's immature or not." Barbara Pavon took out two large pieces of steak from the refrigerator and barked her teeth at him like a kitten, "I'm sure I'll win!"

"For the honor of the Chinese people, I must fight with you today."

Han Yi gritted his teeth and went into battle, but encountered difficulties at the first step.

"Wait a minute...do you have soy sauce at home?"

"Yes, the second cabinet on the right."

"Kikkoman?!"

Han Yi looked at the Japanese soy sauce with ten thousand characters written in his hand, and sighed.

"This is no real soy sauce."

"I can't tell the difference either. I see that all the restaurants outside use this kind of soy sauce." Barbara put the steak in the microwave to defrost and replied without raising her head. "Besides, Hungarian dishes don't use soy sauce. I only have Only pour a little when eating sashimi and sushi."

"Okay, the taste may be a bit unauthentic when you make it like this, so you can't blame me."

"Now start looking for a reason?"

Barbara puts a crown on her head instead of acting in kind.

"You can surrender early."

"I'll let you know later, what is so delicious that I want to bite my tongue off!"

"No peeking!"

……

"I don't quite understand, Mr. Han, Ms. Pavin."

Sitting cross-legged in front of the coffee table, Feamu Dervich blinked twice, rubbed vigorously, wondering if he had become violent, and saw a double image.

"Please feel free to correct me if I'm wrong..."

"But aren't the two dishes in front of me exactly the same?"

"Different."

Also cross-legged, Barbara Pavon, who was sitting opposite Feyamu, explained seriously.

"I made the one on the left. It's called Gulash, which is Hungarian potato goulash. And the one on the right is easy to make..."

Barbara turned her head and asked Han Yi who was next to her.

"what is it call?"

"Potato goulash."

Han Yi pointed to the dark red stew pot on the left, looking very honest, but actually replied with a bad stomach.

"And the pot on the left was made by me, and yours is the puddle on the right."

"Oh, is that right, I... I may have made a slip of the tongue just now, and said Zuo as..."

Barbara's pretty face was slightly red, and she had to admit that if you don't distinguish carefully, the difference between Chinese-style goulash and Hungarian goulash can be said to be negligible.

For the finishing touches, both men even sprinkled a handful of cilantro into their saucepans.

How do you tell the difference?
After an hour of busy work in the kitchen, the two fought vigorously and happily, each trying to conceal the dishes they were about to present.

As a result, a pair of twin brothers were born.

Of course, this shouldn't be surprising, after all, there are only a few ingredients in Barbara's refrigerator that can be used to make a serious dish.

Otherwise what else?
Cauliflower rice, mashed sweet potatoes, or kale?

Never overestimate a professional model's fridge stock.

"Wait... what is a beach!"

Barbara punched Han Yi in the arm.

"It's the whole Hungarian food culture in one pot."

"Jóétvágyat." Han Yi clasped his hands together and uttered a sentence in Hungarian.

"How do you..."

Barbara's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Google." Han Yi shook his phone, "You provided shelter, food, and chargers. If I don't learn a few words of Hungarian, I'm too ignorant of etiquette."

"But your pronunciation is actually..."

Although she was amazed by Han Yi's language talent, Barbara didn't linger on this topic for too long, after all, she still had a war about national honor to win.

"Okay, Fei Yamu, you are the only judge for today's culinary showdown."

"Yes, Ms. Parvin."

"Forget everything you just heard...you don't remember who made which dish," Barbara ordered super serious.

"I forgot, Ms. Pavin." Fei Yamu nodded more seriously.

"One spoonful on each side, you have to eat at least potatoes and beef... Then! When you taste the second dish, remember to drink some water and rinse your mouth first."

"I'm ready, Ms. Pavin." Fei Yamu held the spoon in his left hand and the cup in his right, like a soldier who just received a mission to fight in Raqqa.

"Ready, set...go!"

After giving the order to start the game, contestant Barbara Pavon rested her chin on her hands and looked expectantly at Feyamu scooping out a little from the pot on the left, putting it into the dinner plate, and putting it into her mouth with a fork to taste carefully , and then after drinking a small half of the water, do the same for the stew on the right.

"I must say, Ms. Parvin..."

Feyamu smacked his lips, as if savoring carefully.

"It's indeed the right side. The dish you made tastes better."

The answer that was expected to win the applause of the owner of the mansion made Barbara hide her face and lament.

"Actually, the one on the right is mine." Han Yi said to Fei Yamu with a smile.

"Oh."

Feyamu lowered his head to drink water in embarrassment.

"I thought it was Barbara's, so I chose the one."

"Wow, Fei Yamu." Han Yi laughed dumbfounded, "So you didn't follow the taste?"

"As you said, Mr. Han, Ms. Pavin provided shelter, food and chargers. It would be impolite if I didn't choose her."

"Ha, that's it!" Barbara cheered up again, "If you were to choose according to the taste, which one would you choose?"

"The one on the left." Fei Yamu replied firmly.

"But in fact……"

Han Yi raised his hand.

"The truth is, the one on the left was made by me."

Qa dreqin!?
Feyamu's brain was completely overloaded.

Seeing Fei Yamu's confused and confused expression, Han Yi and Barbara smiled at each other and clapped their hands in celebration.

In fact, the two of them tasted each other's craftsmanship the first time they discovered that the two dishes looked very similar.

I have to admit that Barbara Pavon's cooking skills are indeed quite superb.

Of course, Han Yi’s dish lacked star anise, cinnamon, ginger, and chili peppers, and the cooking wine was a Sichuan-style beef stew with beer, which was also approved by Barbara.

In fact, the Chinese stew without the spiciness is more in line with Barbara's appetite.Although Hungarian cuisine is known as the most spicy cuisine in Europe, it is not even one of them, but Barbara really can't eat spicy food, and the Gulash she made is also a light version without chili.

The reason why Fei Yamu was asked to be the referee was actually to see whether the honest big man would choose to uphold justice, or be dizzy in the thinking trap set up by the two of them.

"I'm disappointed in you, Feyamu."

Han Yi stood up, walked towards the kitchen, turned to his personal bodyguard with a smile and said.

"I thought you'd be fair."

"I did it for..."

Fei Yamu opened his mouth and swallowed the second half of the sentence abruptly.

I am for you, boss.

"Ignore him."

Barbara Parvin gave Feyamu a thumbs up.

"I like you very much, Feyamu. Actually...why don't you come and work for me?"

"You can't afford him!" Han Yi's voice floated from the kitchen.

"Really?" Barbara tilted her head, "How much did he prescribe for you? You don't need a specific number, just give me...a gesture."

"About this much, Ms. Pavin." Fei Yamu stretched out three fingers.

"Well, I guess this job offer has to be postponed until the next life."

Renting a house for $25 a year is already a luxury, and one-tenth of the income is used to hire a bodyguard... This level of consumption, even Barbara, who has been working and earning money since she was 13 years old Still not enough.

"Don't dig Fiyamu, he is my favorite uncle."

Han Yi returned to the living room with two servings of white rice and an empty plate for Barbara Pavin, and three bottles of Coke Zero under his arm.

There are no other carbonated drinks in Barbara's house, and at least half of the entire refrigerator is stored at zero degrees.

The global campaign for Coca-Cola's Taste the Feeling collection is Barbara Pavon's first commercial announcement outside of fashion circles.The remuneration is quite high, and the products given away are more than enough.

"He was everyone's favorite uncle."

Barbara and Fei Yamu stood up and took the plate from Han Yi's hand, each holding an aluminum can in their hands.

"I didn't expect that today would end like this, and I didn't expect that within a week before Paris Fashion Week, I would still have the opportunity to eat Gulash."

Prying off the ring, Barbara lifted the Coke Zero into the air.

"So, thank you for being the uninvited guests who broke into Pavin's mansion during this terrible thunderstorm."

"If any media calls me a plus-size model again, I will put all the blame on you."

"Very strange and negative toast, but..."

Han Yi and Barbara lightly clinked glasses, smiled and blinked.

"Happy Wednesday."

“Happy Wednesday!”

(End of this chapter)