Self-cultivation with a plate of tomato scrambled eggs

The day Yao Jian arrived at Citigroup was the wedding day of Yuan Ke's best friend.Returning to the house prepared for Song Xiaowu but no one was there, Yao Jianjian called the other party: "Where are you?"

Song Xiaowu was busy appeasing Yuan Ke who didn't get the bouquet—it wasn't that she really cared about the lottery, but that it was a man who deliberately made trouble and cut off her beard!

At this time, the culprit was sitting in front of them with a smile. He had a very pleasing appearance: soft and curly light golden brown hair, delicate skin among Caucasians, red lips and white teeth, and blue eyes There was a layer of water vapor that seemed to exist on the clothes—probably he did some inconspicuous things relying on this appearance, and chatted a lot in a familiar manner, most of which were apologies, but Yuan Ke Ignore him, Song Xiaowu can't understand, just look at the playful and slightly frivolous expression on his face, even if he apologizes, he probably doesn't have much sincerity.

At this moment, the young man also saw that Song Xiaowu was the one who was easier to talk to, and he could obviously influence Yuan Ke's attitude, but it was a pity that he did not understand his language.

The man got up and looked around, and then pulled another person over. This person, Song Xiaowu, was introduced by Yuan Ke. He was a senior from the same college as the bride. His surname was Fei. Huaxia had such a large circle of international students, so they were naturally familiar with each other. If Song Xiaowu had really refused to agree to come, Yuan Ke would have planned to join him.

Fei Yang seemed a little dissatisfied with the man before, and frowned when he was pulled over. After listening to his words, his expression became even more displeased.

He turned to Yuan Ke and greeted him gracefully: "I'm very sorry, I apologize to you for my friend's mistakes. Sometimes he likes to play some childish tricks and offends you, it is really not intentional." His Chinese said It is quite standard, but it always gives people the feeling of a literal translation of Citigroup Mandarin. Song Xiaowu can't help but think of the friends of Uncle San and the others, who have lived in Citigroup for a long time, or were born here at all. They all insisted on speaking Chinese, but gradually changed their taste.

Yuan Ke's face was no longer angry, and he just smiled reservedly: "It's okay." Then he got up and went to another place, Song Xiaowu also stood up, but heard the man from Citigroup say something to him.

"What did he say?" Song Xiaowu couldn't help asking Fei Yang.

Fei Yang's expression remained unchanged: "Your dress fits very well, and it also matches your temperament."

Song Xiaowu was stunned for a moment, unable to judge whether the words were a compliment to himself or implying that he was wearing the wrong clothes, but subconsciously replied "Thank you", then turned around and walked around thinking.

Over there, Yuan Ke was sitting in a field of lilac—the dresses of several bridesmaids were mainly lilac, but the tailoring details were different—complaining about what happened just now: "I really lost my composure today, because A bouquet is quarreling with Feyon's lover..."

Another person reminded: "Fei Yang only said that Daniel is his friend."

When Yuan Ke heard this sentence, he showed a "Look" expression.

"You are not really dazzled by love, are you?" A girl laughed.

Yuan Ke didn't have time to answer, so another person said: "But the second young master of the Yao family is quite interesting."

"Good-looking, considerate, and the favored youngest son of the family, if it were me, I would also be willing to marry him." This is a more straightforward translation of the girl in front.

"It's alright, alright, it's not completely settled yet, you don't have to start stabbing my villain so early." Yuan Ke said half-truth, and then the girl sitting next to her twisted her face first.

"Daniel is really naive sometimes." A girl who looked at Fei Yang's movements from time to time turned around and said.

"Don't you have to blame Fei Yang this time? It's not true, why bring people here."

"Who would have thought that he would pick up the bouquet? There are so many people present, no matter whether they know about his relationship with Fei Yang, they don't feel embarrassed..." The girl who was refuted earlier continued.

"After such a trouble, he made up his mind not to continue with Fei Yang." This was the blunt translation before, "As soon as he turned his face, he praised Second Young Master Yao in front of Fei Yang, and even made him laugh." Someone will act as an interpreter for him." He couldn't help laughing, obviously looking like he was watching a good show.

Yuan Ke frowned slightly, and suddenly felt that this kind of gossip among girlfriends was extremely boring.Concealing the irritability in her heart, she stood up and straightened her skirt: "I'll get a drink."

Song Xiaowu was also holding a glass of soft drink at this time, sitting alone on the bench.There were quite a few people who came to talk to him before, but if they were foreigners, they would have a ready-made reason for their lack of language skills; if they were also Chinese, seeing that he obviously didn't want to say more, most of them knew it well and walked away after saying hello.

Seeing him, Yuan Ke naturally walked over and sat down next to Song Xiaowu: "Bored? Well, the helicopter should arrive in a while, and when the group of people are crazy enough, let's just stop by and have fun in Vika City. ..”

"A Ke," Song Xiaowu looked at her, "my brother is here."

"So soon?" Yuan Ke's expression was not without regret, "Then can we go to Vika?"

"I've already told him," Song Xiaowu said, "we'll still have dinner at Fengluan Tower tonight, and then I'll send you back."

Fengluanlou is a Chinese-style restaurant, and its owner is a Citiman of pure blood—he claims to have spent several wonderful years in China when he was a student, and he is a Huaxia hand.

There are dishes other than Citigroup-style Chinese food such as sweet and sour pork tenderloin and General Tso's chicken on the menu. There are no groups of red lanterns hanging at the door, and the word "囍" is not posted on the wall of the lobby. The bonus fortune cookie... Considering that the owner is a foreigner, this place can barely be regarded as a qualified Chinese restaurant.

Song Xiaowu was brought here by Yuan Ke at first, but the latter didn't have much feeling for the dishes here, he just liked to look at the four lotus vats in the courtyard, tease the boss's big white cat casually, don't call it a When I have free time, I circle around the koi raised in the tank.

The middle-aged boss surnamed Crowell treated this beautiful young Oriental man and woman very warmly.Yuan Ke and Song Xiaowu were personally led by him to the private room named "Zhehutian". The light in the room was not dim, but it was not bright enough either. Seeing this, Yuan Ke was about to speak when he saw Crowell With a look of color on his face, he took out a candlestick from there, lit the three red candles on it, and placed it on the carved round table.

Song Xiaowu was a little surprised.The last time Yuan Ke and I came here happened to be at noon, and the room was brightly lit, which was perfect for enjoying the scenery outside the window. Unexpectedly, the boss would do this when he came at night.

Yuan Ke seemed to see his hesitation, looked around the room, and found that there were indeed no extra lights, so he suggested, "Let's change the room."

Crowell's Xia language was not fluent, but he could still understand it, and immediately asked, "Why?"

"We want a brighter room." Yuan Ke answered him in Spanish instead.

"It's already the brightest here. And, it's more moody with these candles."

Seeing the expressions of the two, Song Xiaowu probably guessed the content of their conversation, so he said to Yuan Ke: "It's okay, let's just sit here."

Although the atmosphere here is gentle and charming, what needs to be said will be said sooner or later, right?

Yuan Ke didn't say much anymore, the two sat down to order food, and Crowell took the menu away with a smile on his face.

"What are you going to say to me?" Yuan Ke looked at the slender and delicate red candle, then turned his gaze to Song Xiaowu, and asked with a smile.

Song Xiaowu didn't expect that she would take the initiative to ask, but he was not unprepared: "Do you like the food here?"

"It's not bad." Yuan Ke said without exception.

Song Xiaowu nodded: "Actually, you are a very tasteful person who pays attention to the details of life. Probably for you, this place is barely above the passing line."

Yuan Ke smiled: "It sounds like you want to send me a good card."

Song Xiaowu shook his head: "No. I just don't quite understand, how did we become friends?"

"You know that rich second generation who is willing to be an Internet celebrity, right?" Yuan Ke said, "I think his words are quite reasonable—anyway, no one is as good as me in terms of charm, wisdom, and taste. What is my criteria for choosing friends?"

"If I never learn to see the wise and think together, at most I can only make you a black man?" Song Xiaowu didn't take this joke.

"The idioms are not used properly." Yuan Ke commented indifferently.

"Duk, dun", Crowell knocked on the door symbolically, brought up the food for the two, said earnestly, "Have a nice meal", then turned and left.

"Yuan Ke," Song Xiaowu seldom called her by her name seriously, "you are really good, excellent, and charming. You will definitely meet someone who is sympathetic to you and a good match for you. .Not to lower the bar, just to keep pace with people like me."

"What do you mean by 'someone like you'?" Yuan Ke asked back.

Song Xiaowu didn't answer her question: "I must admit that for such a long time, many faults are my fault." He smiled: "I have never been friends with girls of the same age, so I am very curious and reluctant. The experience of playing around with you... But, I am not qualified to let you, or anyone, hide what you are."

"Let's eat, don't talk about it."

"Yuan Ke..."

"Can you let me finish this meal well?" Yuan Ke raised his eyes, and Song Xiaowu didn't know for a moment whether it was because of the candlelight or her eyes were really red.

He finally put his head down and decided to concentrate on the dish in front of him: Crowell is one of the few foreigners who doesn't make lemon chicken silly and sweet, but it's not a real hometown dish after all.