Philanthropist, businessman, student, genius, rich man...

There are countless labels that represent Han Xuan, and Mel only values ​​his authorship identity as himself.

Mel was actually very envious of Han Xuan.

Although Mel himself is a writer, his books are very niche after all, just like Thoreau's "Walden", which is only famous among some readers who are tired of reality and like to live leisurely. Few people can recognize him when walking in the UK.

So since I met Han Xuan, Mel kept complaining about his hard writing career over the past decade.

He said he was lacking inspiration, and he didn't know what to write about Provence, and he also said that the amount of money the publishing house cheated him should be more than that, etc.

Han Xuan found it a little funny. He didn't expect that the author he liked had a completely different personality than what was revealed in the book.

Other writers focus on books, while Han Xuan regards writing books as a hobby.

In addition, there is no shortage of creative ideas in my mind, and what I write is popular. "Resident Evil" has just been released, and the books about following the trend of zombies have already been released, so I can't understand Mel's troubles.

More than half an hour has passed since I met Mel, and it is almost time for lunch.

Han Xuan sat up with his hands, jumped off the haystack, patted the grass on his body, interrupted him and said, "Come to my castle for lunch. You are the first guest after I took over this manor. If nothing happens later, please don't refuse."

“I didn’t plan to refuse at all, I just happened to be a little hungry.

It’s better to give me a glass of water first. My throat is a little dry. Maybe it was because the quilt fell to the ground last night and I caught a cold.”

Han Xuan really wanted to say: "Are you sure it's because you talked too much just now?"

But I could only hold this kind of words in my heart. Seeing that Isabelle had not come down, she stood on tiptoe to look at her, and she was already asleep.

The weather is warm and there is no wind, and it is very comfortable to be shined by the sun. It is indeed a good weather to sleep in the wild...

Waking up Isabelle, who was sleeping in the daytime, bent down and picked up Fat Ding, Han Xuan shouted: "Winnie? Little Barry?"

As soon as he finished speaking, two chubby guys, one big and one small, ran out of the sunflower field and stepped on many sunflowers.

The ground was muddy, and these two guys were still rolling and playing on it, making them look like big mud balls. Especially Little Barry, it was almost impossible to tell that it was a giant panda.

Seeing Little Barry coming over and trying to rub his body against his legs, Han Xuan disliked him and avoided him. When he heard Mel ask what kind of dog it was, he replied casually: "Chow Chow..."

Back at the castle, he asked the housekeeper Baptist to ask the three to take a bath. Han Xuan changed his clean shoes and walked towards the restaurant.

Since the reign of Louis XIV, France's dietary diplomacy has been world-famous. At the heyday of French banquets, more than two hundred dishes were placed on the dining table at a time.

The French pay attention to eating and are willing to spend money. In terms of eating, many European countries have followed France. The origin of top delicacies such as foie gras and truffles is France.

Not long after Han Xuan came to the manor, the chef changed his style and made different famous French dishes for him every day. Later, he would ask him if he liked them or if he needed any changes so that he could arrange his own recipes in the future.

Yesterday's lunch was cheese and frog legs. Isabelle didn't eat it at all. She was disgusting just by seeing it. Until now, she thought frogs and toads were the same things and was very annoying to frog legs.

Today, there were French baked snails on the dining table, accompanied by a plate of mashed potatoes and a bowl of white rice.

Before I could eat it, I felt very appetizing when I looked at the beautiful color.

French staple foods are mainly rice and noodles, and Han Xuan likes this. These two staple foods are in line with his eating habits, so after coming to France, they ate pretty well.

"The food smells so good, Mr. Benoit, please trouble you."

The chef named Benoit is wearing a black shirt, under thirty years old, looks very tough and handsome, has a beard on his chin, has a very strong personality, and has a white apron around his waist.

He heard Han Xuan praise him, bent down slightly and smiled, and said, "Thank you, you don't have to be polite.

These are the snails I just found from the rose field a few days ago. The juice in my body has been drained and it is still fresh.

If it is early spring, it can be used to cook directly, but now it takes a few days to keep it. You may not be used to eating it for the first time, and their taste is really good.

I feel like you shouldn't like eating earthworms, so you didn't make that dish and chose a more acceptable snail."

“I’ve eaten snails before and I like them quite well.

Even if you forget about earthworms, I won’t eat them even if I die.”

Han Xuan heard the voice and looked at Isabelle, who was disgusted again because of the thought of eating earthworms. He spoke with a smile and continued, "Who could have thought that the sky-high snails in the United States would be flooded with disasters here.

Remember to catch more and send them to the United States. My father opened several restaurants there, and there was a lot of demand for high-end snails..."

Due to the absence of drug reagents, big snails can be seen everywhere in Gaode Manor this year. In a few years, you may not see such a situation.

The French have to eat 300,000 tons of snails a year. Although some farmers have started to breed artificially, the output is still in short supply.

Most of the ones you can buy are imported from other countries. They are truly good French snails and have become high-end dishes that ordinary people cannot afford. The pure French snails are nutritious and have a great taste.

Please sit down at the huge quaint dining table that can accommodate 25 people at the same time.

Chef Benoit didn't know that Han Xuan was going to invite the guests over. After saying sorry, he ordered the servant to go to the kitchen to pick up a portion of the dishes and give them to Mel.

To eat snails, you need to have pliers and double-tooth forks. When Han Xuan is eating, he holds pliers with his right hand to clamp the snail shell, and uses a fork with his left hand to pick out the snail meat and put it in his mouth.

These snails cleaned their internal organs in advance, and then stuffed the snail meat back into the shell during baking. Now they can be eaten directly, and the meat is very tender.

Have a nice lunch.

French people like to talk when eating. Mel lived in Provence for many years and developed this habit. He told Han about many interesting stories and interesting places in Provence at the dining table.

Han Xuan’s favorite part of Napoleon’s gold coins.

Mel once found a Napoleon gold coin in his yard, so he bought a metal detector and searched for treasure in the yard. The small town where he lives started a grand treasure hunt.

The description in the book is not as vivid as his oral description, which makes the attendants around him cover their mouths and laugh, and Han Xuan is also very happy.

When Mel said he was going to dig black truffles and was caught for brewing absinthe, the butler Baptist said, "Our manor also has a truffle-producing forest, but not inside the manor, but on the other end of Stone City.

Mr. Li specially bought it, but it didn't produce a lot of black truffles. This year I only picked more than 280 kilograms.

But the yield is very stable. From my grandfather's generation, black truffles can be found in that forest, and continue until now."

“Is that true?

I will pick a time to come and take a look next spring. My snow mountain ranch also has artificially grown truffles, but it will take a long time to pick them.

I will bring Winnie too at that time. It has a very sensitive sense of smell and is suitable for finding truffles."

"The smell of bears is really good, much better than that of pigs.

In the past, we used to look for pigs, and they liked to run around." Butler Baptist continued.

When Winnie heard the master telling her name, she turned her head and whined blankly, asking Han Xuan what was wrong with him.

Han Xuan shook his hand and signaled it to continue eating. His big face was buried in the bucket full of fruits again...

After the meal, Han Xuan took Mel to the study and showed him the autobiographical travel notes he had written during this period. The rich and colorful life recorded in it made Mel amazed.

Whether it is the extremely rare fluorescent coast, waterspouts, California treasures, or photos of meeting with President Nixon and fishing with the Dubai prince, they are all very eye-catching.

After carefully looking through for more than twenty minutes, sighing, Mel said enviously: "Its sales will definitely be astonishingly high.

Your life in the past two years is really interesting, just like the scene described in the book, it is very wonderful.

I just stayed in Provence and couldn't find creative inspiration. Maybe I should learn from you and go out for a walk..." (To be continued.)

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