A Joyful Boy: From Meeting the Drunk Song Qian

Just then, a family next door finished their meal and left with their packed lion-shaped pastries.

Another couple sat down.

Before the waiter even came over, the girl said directly, "Give us four servings of Lion Dance Pastry first."

The waiter gestured "OK".

Then the boy slowly ordered from the menu.

See here.

They seemed to understand.

The looks from those around him were neither mocking nor a joke.

It's a pity, not a shame.

Unfortunately, they only ordered two servings.

"It seems that the Lion Dance Pastry is very appealing, which makes me quite excited."

But how long.

The waiter brought out the dishes.

Finally, two tiger cubs were brought out and placed in front of the two of them.

Their eyes were instantly drawn to the little tiger.

"So...so exquisite!"

486: Lan Weiwei: What if it oozes pus?

Unbeknownst to Su Chen and Jiang Tianhao, the Michelin evaluator completed his task.

Go back and write down your feelings to pass on to others.

In less than a week, a review of Jiang's kitchen appeared on Michelin's website.

【What? What's a "must-eat list"?】

What's going on? Aren't Michelin stars only one to three? How come there's a "must-eat" list here? Aren't three Michelin stars considered must-eats?

It seems Michelin itself knows how inaccurate its ratings are these days; those one-star restaurants are terribly bad, their cooking standards plummeting after gaining the title.

Can we still trust this new "must-try" food?

[Jiang Family Kitchen in Shanghai is quite interesting, and there's a must-try item: the Lion Dance Pastry. Have you seen it online before?]

【...】

The news that Jiang Family Kitchen had made it onto Michelin's must-eat list quickly reached Jiang Tianhao's ears.

"What's going on? Didn't I say last time that I wouldn't entertain them? Why did they still come?"

Jiang Tianhao curled his lip at their selection; these guys were really narcissistic.

They came with long faces even though I didn't invite them.

Do you think I need your little bit of data?

Jiang Tianhao stood at the window, looking down at the crowded people below.

Given the current situation.

Even without a so-called "must-eat list," there aren't enough people to eat there every day.

This evaluation is meaningless.

However, seeing so many people outside...

Jiang Tianhao needs to consider opening a branch store.

"I'll have to ask my dad for help again. I should also send him the recipe for Lion Dance Pastry and see what good stuff I can get in return."

.........

At this moment, Su Chen...

He followed Lan Weiwei to a yoga studio in Shanghai.

Look at your surroundings.

This yoga studio is much bigger than the one he had in Beijing.

But it’s normal to think about it.

The original intention of the group in the capital was simply to invite a few friends to go somewhere on the weekend.

It was developed into a yoga studio after the number of people increased.

But most of them are acquaintances.

This is simply a yoga studio, and the rooms not only feature the floor yoga that Su Chen had seen before.

There was also aerial yoga performed by a representative of Sri Lanka suspended in the air.

"How about it? Aren't there a lot of beautiful women here?" Lan Weiwei linked arms with Su Chen, rested her head on his shoulder, and scanned the surroundings with her eyes.

A wavy strand of hair brushed against Su Chen's pen tip, making it feel a little itchy.

I wiped it with my hand.

"It's alright, but whether it's figure or appearance, you guys are still the best."

Su Chen was telling the truth.

These yoga practitioners are definitely not as fit as Lan Weiwei, and their looks are definitely not as good as Yang Tao's.

The only things that can attract Su Chen now are female leads in movies and TV dramas.

Or perhaps they have an exceptionally outstanding temperament.

Upon hearing Su Chen's words, Lan Weiwei leaned her head against his shoulder again.

"I called you here today so you could see what you think of this place. If you like it, I'm planning to get a membership card here."

Lan Weiwei's words made Su Chen smile.

"If you want to do it, then do it."

Just as the two were walking inside, the door of a yoga studio next door suddenly opened.

A figure darted out from inside without even looking up.

Bang!!

His head collided head-on with Su Chen's, almost hitting Lan Weiwei.

Su Chen was careless, and the two of them fell to the ground.

I felt the softness in my arms.

Su Chen's first reaction was not to check if he was injured.

A scene suddenly flashed through his mind.

Yang Mi from the Shanghai Theatre Academy and her intimate performance.

The same bodysuit.

The same posture.

Isn't this exactly how the female lead falls into the male lead's arms?

"Ouch, oh dear!"

When the person in his arms raised their head, Su Chen realized that he seemed to have seen this face somewhere before.

"I'm so sorry, I have something urgent to attend to and I need to go out right away. I'll apologize to you again when I have the chance."

The woman kept apologizing as she got up from Su Chen and continued running forward.

She only ran halfway before turning back to look at Su Chen.

My face turned bright red.

I almost collapsed because my legs gave way.

“The person is already gone, why are you still looking?” Lan Weiwei squatted down to check the situation.

They discovered that Su Chen was not injured.

However, his gaze remained fixed on the end of the corridor, seemingly still fixed on the woman.

"What? Do you like it?"

Hearing Lan Weiwei's teasing, Su Chen turned to look at her.

At this moment, Lan Weiwei was looking down, and the swaying in front of her made Su Chen unable to look away.

"Does it look good?"

"It has to look good, without even considering who made it."

Hearing Su Chen's teasing, Lan Weiwei didn't feel embarrassed at all, and even swayed a little.