Huadu Agent

Going shopping with Huo Xiaomei is not a worrying thing, on the contrary, I feel very relaxed. Huo Xiaomei will never let Ye Shaofeng carry things for her, let alone let Ye Shaofeng follow his buttocks, but every time he passes by, it looks pretty good. When visiting a clothing store, Huo Xiaomei would ask in a questioning tone like a little sister: "Brother Feng, take a look at the clothes in this store. I think it is quite suitable for you. You can try it. If you think it is not good Then look elsewhere,"

Going shopping with Huo Xiaofeng completely made Ye Shaofeng feel like he was the master, and he was completely in charge of himself. When looking at the clothes, Huo Xiaomei would not completely impose her own ideas on Ye Shaofeng, but tentatively put forward some suggestions to Ye Shaofeng. The methods are very tactful, and even when they disagree, they will not show a very decisive attitude. This makes Ye Shaofeng, who has always had a strong desire to lead, feel very comfortable, and even likes this kind of shopping. Feel.

There are several large shopping malls in the provincial capital, such as Xintiandi, Baili and other national chain large shopping malls, where many well-known brands can be sold. Those that are not available in Luyang City can be sold here. After all, this is the provincial capital. The provincial capital is a second-tier city, no matter how you say it, it is much better than Luyang, a thriving third-tier city.

Ye Shaofeng was very happy to spend an afternoon with Huo Xiaomei. When he first came out of prison, he was still very heavy because of the artillery incident, but now, when he went shopping with Huo Xiaomei, Ye Shaofeng felt very happy. Tell Ye Shaofeng a few jokes to ease his mood.

The two of them wandered around until the evening, and ate together in a high-end western restaurant in the business district. Huo Xiaomei had never been to such a place. If Ye Shaofeng hadn't brought her here, he would never have come to such a high-consumption place in his life. Here is the most common filet mignon. You can buy it for more than 120 yuan in an ordinary western restaurant, but here it is sold for [-] yuan. Moreover, the amount is much smaller, and I don’t think it tastes so delicious. In addition to the meat quality, it has a better taste, and I really can't taste any special taste.

In fact, Ye Shaofeng doesn’t like western food very much. Compared with steak and red wine, Ye Shaofeng would prefer to eat Dongpo meat and Laobaigan. After all, they are all from Yangguo, and the food of Yangguo people is the most delicious in the world. That's right, it's just that Yangguo is too opportunistic. In terms of food materials selection, it is far from foreign culinary concepts, so many gringos think that Yangguo's food is very unhygienic.

The reason why Ye Shaofeng brought Huo Xiaomei to this western restaurant for dinner was to ask him: "Where do you want to eat tonight?"

"Little sister Huo said she wants to eat beef,"

After Ye Shaofeng heard this, he mistakenly thought that Huo Xiaomei wanted to eat steak, and then the two came to this very high-end restaurant.

During the meal, a very interesting thing happened. Ye Shaofeng and Huo Xiaomei were eating. Huo Xiaomei didn't know how to use a knife and fork. Ye Shaofeng used his own knife to cut the steak into small pieces, and then gave it to Huo Xiaomei. In this way, although the taste of tender beef is lost, it looks very warm. A mouthful of tender beef and a mouthful of red wine, the little girl is very happy to eat. It is the first time to eat Western food, and I think it is very romantic. There are red candles on the dining table. Under the dim light, the voices of the people around are not too loud. Naturally, people from the upper class come to eat in such a high-end place. Looking at the well-dressed men and women around her, Huo Xiaomei feels that she has also become a Like people in high society.

At the beginning of this harmonious division, a very disharmonious thing happened. They were eating, and at this time, two people came in outside.

The two men, shaking their heads, were wearing expensive clothes. They seemed to be rich people, but such expensive clothes were on them, which were similar to street stalls. If Ye Shaofeng hadn't been well-informed, I really couldn't see them. Wear Armani's new men's clothing for summer.

The two sat on the seats not far from Ye Shaofeng and the others, crossed their legs, then took out a cigar and put it in their mouths. After lighting the lighter for a long time, the cigar was still gone. Ye Shaofeng smiled secretly at that time, he really wanted to go and tell The proper way for them to light a cigar.

Before the cigar was lit, the two of them lost face. At this time, the waiter came over and said, "Excuse me, sir, this is a public place, smoking is not allowed,"

"This is a cigar, you can see it clearly," said the man with the cigar. This guy looks pretty ugly, with stubble, and he looks like an ancient Jiangyang thief. The man sitting opposite him is a little more low-key, at least this The boy didn't take out a cigar to pretend to be aggressive, but Zhang's face was not good-looking, he was a dog-headed dog, his hair was parted in the middle, a style that was rare during the Anti-Japanese War, a pair of small eyes and single eyelids, looking at the waiter.

The waiter looked at the stubble, with a professional smile on his face, and said, "I know it's a cigar, so I can't smoke it here,"

"Fuck, there are quite a lot of broken local rules. Here comes the menu, and I will order," Qing Huzhu shouted loudly. The originally quiet environment was disturbed by this kid.

Many people around cast the same look, this kid is very disharmonious here.

Qinghu stubble looked at the menu, there was a lot of English on it, he couldn't understand at all, and then said: "What kind of wine is there, the best,"

"Lafite in [-]," said the waiter.

"What happened in [-]?" Zhongfen asked.

"Raffie,"

"Lafite, I've heard of Garfield, I don't eat cat meat, why don't you understand what I'm saying, I want wine, do you have Wuliangye," said Qing Huzhua.

"Excuse me, sir, this is a western restaurant," the waiter said awkwardly.

"I don't care what western restaurant or eastern restaurant you are. Is your place a restaurant?" Qing Huzhu asked again.

"Yes, that's right, yes, but this is..." the waiter said, and was interrupted by Qinghuzhu, who said, "If it's a restaurant, you have to have it. It's a high-end restaurant. It doesn't even have Wuliangye. Also more upscale,"

"We don't sell Chinese food here, and of course we don't have our Yangguo liquor," the waiter said politely.

"The rubbish place, if you want to enjoy it, it's only at this level. I think, brother, let's have two bowls of noodles with fried sauce. There probably isn't much good stuff in this place," Zhongfen said.

"Alright, then two bowls of noodles with fried sauce,"

"Sorry, I don't have this either. We have pasta and macaroni," the waiter said eagerly.

"What, there are still powders, white powders, you guys can sell them blatantly," Qing Huzhu said...