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"You are really good." M saw Chen Xi also looking at him, walked in the direction of Chen Xi, stood in front of Chen Xi and looked at Chen Xi with admiration.

I knew that Chen Xi was only known after today’s competition. I thought that my design should be the best design, but when Chen Xi and Tong Mengmeng’s designs came out, M immediately knew about the championship. Who will it be.

I thought that the judges would choose a champion between Chen Xi and Tong Mengmeng, but he didn't expect to give the same ranking to two people from the same country.

Now, M has to pay attention to it.

"Senior M, you passed the award, but it's just the face of the competition." Chen Xi was a little embarrassed when he heard M's words, and never heard a person praise herself so much. For M's words, the only thing Chen Xi can do is smile indifferently. , And then did not speak.

She didn't think of the results of this competition. She knew how much she was capable, although there was a Winman by her side to help herself.

But there is also Qin Feng next to Tong Mengmeng.

"No, you don't need to be humble, you Chinese have always been very hardworking people. I have seen this when I first went to China." When M heard Chen Xi's words, he liked this girl more in my heart.

I just told myself through my teacher that Chen Xi is Jiang Mochuan's wife, so M guessed specifically to come over to say hello and come closer to see what Jiang Mochuan's wife looks like.

I thought that because of Jiang Mochuan's backing, Chen Xi should be a kind of indifferent and arrogant words, but I didn't expect...not only talkative, but really...great.

"Thank you for the compliment, senior, but you have put in the effort you should put in, and now you can take back the reward you should get. This thing is about balance." M has said so, and Chen Xi is embarrassed to continue to say anything.

She stretched out her hand and rubbed his head with some embarrassment, then kept his head down and said.

Jiang Mochuan on the side watched the conversation between M and Chen Xi, and then looked at how embarrassed Chen Xi was, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Unexpectedly, Jiang Mochuan's wife is so humble, but...I really like your character. I look forward to the next time we can fight on stage." In the end, M couldn't help but praise Chen Xi again.

He also made it clear that he hoped that he could have a new opportunity to be rivals with Chen Xi on the stage again.

But... Friendship is first, competition is second.

"There must be a chance." Nodded, Chen Xi just left a word in a hurry. When talking to M, Chen Xi just felt more embarrassed, because he didn't know how to pick her up.

I always feel that M is not just a simple designer, because the breath that radiates from her makes Chen Xi always feel that M is not a simple designer.

As soon as the competition ended, Chen Xi and Tong Mengmeng received blessings from designers from various countries around the world, and it was already two hours before they left the scene completely.

Sitting at a barbecue stall in a small street in the UK, Chen Xi and a group of people sit here to make skewers.

The owner of this hawker is a friend of Chen Xi. When Chen Xi was in the UK, when he wanted to eat Chinese roadside stalls, he drove on the streets of the UK for several years.

Finally saw this store.

"Yo... girl, I haven't seen you for two or three years." The boss saw Chen Xi's arrival, but at first he didn't recognize that person was Chen Xi.

I waited until I watched it over and over again in front of my barbecue booth, then called my old lady to make sure, then walked over to say hello.

"Yes, I have gone home these few years."

"Unexpectedly, you are still here. I thought you all changed places." Nodding, Chen Xi said that the owner of the stall can remember herself, which is really an honor for herself.

I thought I would be in for two or three years, and the stall should have changed places a long time ago, but when I came here today, I found that the boss and the proprietress were still the same ones, and the baked goods still tasted the same.

"Hey...what are you talking about."

"We have been here for several years. We Chinese, we all know that I have been here for a long time. If I change places, they won't be able to eat the food from my hometown." Hearing Chen Xi's words, the boss said The freshly roasted lamb in his hand was placed on the table and waved towards Chen Xi.

The business of their stall is well-known on this street, but the people who come are usually Chinese, and occasionally a few foreigners from the local area or local people from the UK will come to support the business.

If you suddenly change a place, you may not find yourself in the future.

"Uncle, you are really particular about it. Isn't it good in your Northeastern dialect?" Chen Xi couldn't help laughing when he heard the boss's words.

Because many Chinese who study abroad sometimes want to eat the delicacies of a hometown, but they rarely get them.

But this owner is different. He is an authentic Harbin, and every food he baked can make people taste familiar with his hometown.

As a southerner, Chen Xi was also a little unbelievable when she first ate the food baked by the owner.

She didn't expect that a Northeast boss could let herself and a southerner taste the familiar hometown flavor.

"Hey...you girl is really getting more and more joking now. It's mainly you. I haven't been here for several years. My old lady and I often talk about you." The boss was amused by Chen Xi's words.

In the past, Chen Xi had finished eating here, and when she saw that their couple was too busy sometimes, she would often stay to wash the dishes or something for them.

"How do you know him?" Jiang Mochuan heard that Chen Xi had a particularly pleasant conversation with the boss, and he never asked.

After the boss left, Jiang Mochuan turned his head and glanced at the slightly fat boss' figure, then turned around and looked at Chen Xi and asked.

"I used to be here with Yuechen to eat at their house." With a laugh, Chen Xi told Jiang Mochuan of the days when she was here with Jiang Yuechen.

This stall can also be regarded as carrying the story of her and Jiang Yuechen.

"Yeah." Hearing Chen Xi's words, Jiang Mochuan nodded softly, then did not speak much and ate.

But there was a thought of himself in my heart, that was Chen Xi's memory. As Chen Xi's husband, he should do something for Chen Xi.