As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned for a moment.
Damai also realized that he had said something wrong and quickly went back to make amends: "Ah, I made a mistake. It was for you, Sister Hongdou and Sister Nana. After all, you two are the only ones who like to drink fruit wine, hehe."
"It's okay, we combine Chinese and Western food. Although we eat French food, isn't it also served with white rice?" Xie Zhiyao showed his signature smile and looked at Zhang Wentao and said.
Hey, I finally know why I hate this guy.
Zhang Wentao felt helpless in his heart. He glanced at Xu Hongdou and gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, you can drink whatever you want. Anyway, you can eat whatever you want. But Mr. Xie, the French also eat rice."
Rice, like flour, is an essential source of carbohydrates for humans.
However, compared to Eastern food culture, rice’s proportion in French table culture is not as large as its use in Spanish cuisine.
Among French dishes, there is a dish called Riz Pilaf (butter pilaf, the recipe comes from the Middle East and uses Indian long rice), which uses rice as the main ingredient.
"Do French people also eat rice?" Damai asked sideways, but she frowned vaguely at Zhang Wentao.
Zhang Wentao nodded, and when Xie Zhiyao came back with the cherry wine, he realized why Damai was frowning at him.
But what can I do?
You said yourself that you made it specially for Nana and Xu Hongdou.
Xu Hongdou happily took the small wine glass filled with cherry wine, and even Mr. Ma and Nana did not refuse.
Originally, Xie Zhiyao wanted to come over and pour a drink for Hu Youyu, Damai, and Zhang Wentao, but the three of them seemed to have agreed upon it and shook their heads in refusal.
Although the rhythm of the meal was disrupted for a while, after Xie Zhiyao took his seat again, everyone turned their attention to Zhang Wentao, who was sitting at the main seat.
Seeing the actions of several people, Zhang Wentao picked up the red wine glass filled with mineral water in front of him, took a breath, and said with a smile: "I... let's not make it so complicated, let's get started."
He originally wanted to apologize to Xu Hongdou in front of everyone.
But as soon as the word "I" came out of her mouth, she saw that Xu Hongdou was holding up a small wine glass filled with cherry wine. There was a hint of loneliness hidden in the corners of her eyes, and she changed her words and told everyone not to say any more toasts.
After everyone toasted and clinked their glasses, Zhang Wentao took a sip of the colorless and tasteless mineral water and said nothing more. The expression on his face became a little cold due to his mood.
Fortunately, among the crowd, there are many people who can liven up the atmosphere. Nana and Hu Youyu both performed particularly well in this aspect.
Seeing a few people talking and laughing, Zhang Wentao chewed the beef that tasted like paraffin and casually chatted with Hu Youyu who was chattering beside him.
"Hey, this turned out to be a potato, how did you do it?" Xu Hongdou picked up a diamond potato, put it in his mouth, and exclaimed.
Although she was curious about what this strange-looking thing was when she was attracted by the exquisite presentation, it was only when she ate it that she realized that it tasted like ordinary potatoes.
"Well, right, Sister Hongdou, it took Brother Wen Tao a long time to make this, and the one that looks like the bun is a mushroom, please try it quickly."
Damai introduced Xu Hongdou to Xu Hongdou with a face of joy. She was usually afraid of society and rarely expressed her presence in public like this. But today, she felt that Xu Hongdou should be allowed to seriously understand Zhang Wentao's intention for this meal.
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After hours of busy work, meticulous cooking of every detail, and preparation for so long just for an apology, I shouldn’t be defeated by the cherry wine that Mr. Xie brought from home.
Although, after learning the whole process, she knew that making the cocktails on the table was not complicated.
But how can the careful process be compared with cherry wine that is not brewed by oneself?
"Well, you put your heart into it." Xu Hongdou sighed vaguely, but Damai, who was hopeful about her answer, was disappointed and at the same time unable to find fault.
Hu Youyu smiled and said: "It's not just hard work, but a lot of effort. For this meal, I followed Lao Zhang to the entrance of the village to move things at noon. When I came back, I changed my clothes."
Nana nodded and said, "Indeed, the sun was quite hot at noon today. When Xu Hongdou went out to chase customers and came back, he was sweating profusely and his clothes were wet."
After hearing this, Zhang Wentao realized that Xu Hongdou was chasing customers who didn't pay when they met during the day.
The distance between Youfeng Restaurant and the entrance of the village is not short, and the "flat-footed" feet should be quite painful when running... Thinking of this, he suddenly glanced at Xu Hongdou's position with a little distress in his heart.
I saw her smiling and discussing something with Xie Zhiyao.
Suddenly, the pity that had just appeared in my heart was overturned by "jealousy".
He was in a bad mood and saw that Hu Youyu on his right didn't have any etiquette for eating French food. He was holding a rice bowl and chopsticks and taking big bites of beef. He got up directly and walked to the kitchen amidst everyone's confusion.
Then he came back with two spoons, handed them directly to Hu Youyu and said, "Here, it tastes better this way."
So, amidst the doubts of others, he didn't care how carefully he arranged the dishes. He directly picked up the rice bowl, scooped out a few pieces of beef with a spoon, and started eating.
After finishing speaking, he also said to the barley who was closest to him, looking at him with big eyes and small mouth: "It smells so good!"
…
"Wen Tao, Master Ma and I will go back first, and you should rest early."
"Um."
Beside the stone table in the small courtyard, Zhang Wentao, who had finished cleaning the kitchen, stretched out to relieve the fatigue on his back and then sat on a bamboo chair, sipping the last pot of black tea that Mr. Ma made for him, with his seemingly leisurely hands on the back of his head.
On the bed, I raised my head to enjoy the evening breeze and looked at the moon in the sky.
Everyone drank a little too much, mainly from cherry wine mixed with cocktails, so it was inevitable that we would feel a little drunk after the meal. In addition, there was a BBQ tomorrow, so after everyone finished eating, those who could still work together tidied up the kitchen.
, as for Da Mai, who couldn't drink enough, and Xu Hongdou, who drank a little too much, they went back to rest early.
After Xie Zhiyao left, while Hu Youyu, Ma Ye, and Zhang Wentao were cleaning up the kitchen, he took Nana and chatted for a while before leaving.
…
I don't know how much time passed, but in the depths of the night, the lights suddenly came on in Room 6 on the second floor of the courtyard. Xu Hongdou finished vomiting in the bathroom, rinsed it off, and looked at herself in the mirror with hazy eyes.
He has an intoxicating oval face, and under the yellowish light, the skin next to his slightly red cheeks looks a little pale.
Her hair, which was wet with sweat, stuck to her face, and her slightly drooped eyes gave her an indescribable feeling of pity.
Her gastrointestinal condition was not good before. Because of her friend's illness, she paid attention to her health. After more than half a year of conditioning, she recovered well. As a result, she came to Yunmiao Village and drank several times.
The old habits started to happen again.
Today, she was the one who drank the most at the dinner table, except for a few men. Others were fine, and they all drank the same kind of wine.
She was the only one who was greedy for the faint cherry-flavored sweetness of the light pink cherry wine, and she also heard Damai say that the cocktail was specially prepared by Zhang Wentao for today's dinner, even though she had already sentenced the other party to "death" in her heart.
But after Damai said it in public, she still couldn't hold it back and drank some.
Because the two kinds of wine were mixed together and the food was greasy, her stomach started to protest in the middle of the night.
After the sound of running water.
Xu Hongdou, who was a little exhausted, gradually regained consciousness. She endured the discomfort in her stomach, wiped the water on her face with a towel, and left the bathroom. She put on a coat and gently opened the door.
I looked around and saw that it was quiet in the distance outside the door.
In this small village far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, there seems to be only a slight chirping of insects at night, and the bright night light soothes people's hearts after a tiring day.
A gust of cold night wind blew slightly. Xu Hongdou, who came back to his senses, tightened the clothes he was wearing, took out his mobile phone and prepared to walk towards the restaurant.
She wanted to drink some hot water to warm her stomach.
When I lowered my head and wanted to use the light of my mobile phone to walk down,
In the restaurant, a dim light is always on but I don’t know who it is for...