i am gun king

Chapter 444 Full of Motivation
But there are also angels in hell, so here comes Feng Dongfang's girlfriend Yelena, so Li Yuxin and Ji Dong decide to let him go on vacation for a few days
Feng Dongfang immediately took Yelena to a Chinese restaurant he liked very much.

These days, Chinese people are all over the world, and authentic Chinese restaurants have followed in the footsteps of Chinese people all over the world.

The so-called Chinese food that has been improved to make foreigners feel good, but Chinese people don’t know what it is, of course, still has room for survival. However, authentic Chinese food is also appearing in large numbers, and the taste is absolutely pure. It’s just that restaurants that serve real Chinese food are relatively expensive.

By the time Feng Dongfang arrived, it was already past 08:30, past the peak lunch season. Spanish dinner is eaten at 10 o'clock. When Feng Dongfang took Yelena's hand and sat down at a round table, there were not many people in the restaurant.

He sat down in front of the table and waited for the Chinese waiter to step forward. After Feng Dongfang took the menu, he immediately asked Yelena, "What do you want to eat?"

Yelena smiled sweetly and said, "I've already eaten, so don't worry about me."

Feng Dongfang didn't need to be polite, he stopped looking at the menu and asked the waiter directly, "Are there any dumplings?"

The waiter looked distressed and said in English, "I'm sorry sir, we don't have any dumplings."

Feng Dongfang exhaled, and said, "I want hot and sour potato shreds, and fish-flavored pork shreds, braised pork, sweet and sour pork ribs, stir-fried vegetables, seasonal vegetables are fine, and fish head with chopped peppers. I remember you have them here. Here are some..."

After writing down a few notes, the waiter hurriedly said: "Please wait a moment, sir, we don't have fish heads with chopped peppers today. Also, are you dining for two? If so, you have ordered enough dishes."

Feng Dongfang waved his hand and said: "No. It's not too much. You don't need to worry about it. Just serve it to me, and then remember, bring me a big cucumber dipping sauce, by the way, give me a fat sausage, how many?"

The waiter counted and said, "Seven dishes, sir."

Feng Dongfang waved his hand.He said: "Well, make up eight dishes, let me think about it, can you bring me another mapo tofu, and the tofu is gone? Oh, the mapo tofu you make is not authentic, um, just ask your cooks to pick up the best ones and bring me tofu."

They are all home-cooked dishes, without any expensive dishes, but what Feng Dongfang wants now is home-cooked dishes.Give him abalone and lobster at this time, and he still can't eat it.

I spent ten hours on the plane.Feng Dongfang was already very hungry, and after staying in Syria for so long, Feng Dongfang's eyes almost turned green when he finished ordering the dishes he wanted to eat.

Seeing Feng Dongfang's impatience, Yelena smiled and said to Feng Dongfang, "Would you like some soup?"

Feng Dongfang slapped his head immediately, and said to the waiter, "By the way, bring me some soup. I'm thinking about what to drink. Well, simple, bring me a pimple soup, the cook will definitely make it, or tomato and egg soup. Forget it, you can give me a pot of both."

When talking about pimple soup, Feng Dongfang could only use Chinese, but after he finished speaking, the waitress in her 20s finally laughed, took the menu that Feng Dongfang handed over, and immediately said in Chinese: "Are you from the north?"

Feng Dongfang nodded and said in Chinese: "Yes, what's wrong?"

The waiter smiled and said: "It's nothing, I just know that you are from the north when I heard the soup you want. Southerners don't want pimple soup. We don't have this in our store, but it doesn't matter. Anyway, pimple soup is easy to make. Let us The chef here will make a copy for you."

Feng Dongfang smiled and said, "Thank you then."

After the waiter left, Feng Dongfang shrugged at Yelena and said, "This is me. If Andy He came here, he would open his mouth and tell me to order me a good soup. This store really has it, but I'm not interested in the good soup that Andy He likes, I just want to drink pimple soup."

The restaurant Feng Dongfang went to was in Chinatown. It wasn't a restaurant with Sichuan or Shandong cuisine, but a restaurant with all kinds of cuisines and many chefs. You can find signature dishes from all over the place, which can fully meet Feng Dongfang's needs.

Yelena just laughed, while Feng Dongfang had already picked up the chopsticks and said to Yelena, "It's a pity, reunion dumplings. I didn't really like dumplings, but I've been wanting to eat them these days. Unfortunately, he doesn't have them here."

The dishes were served quickly. Feng Dongfang didn't wait long, but the sweet and sour pork ribs were brought up first. After putting them on the table, Feng Dongfang took a deep breath and said to Yelena, "You can eat too."

Feng Dongfang really couldn't care less about being polite. He picked up the ribs and put a piece in his mouth. After tasting the taste he hadn't seen for a long time, Feng Dongfang couldn't care less about anything.

Eat hard, just eat hard, and after eating half of the plate in the blink of an eye, Feng Dongfang stopped his chopsticks and said with a look of reluctance: "No, you can't eat too fast, or you won't be able to eat other things in a while."

After speaking bluntly, Feng Dongfang saw the surprised Yelena, and said embarrassedly: "Well, don't just watch, although you've already eaten, why don't you eat something, come, eat with me."

Yelena picked up the chopsticks, then looked at Feng Dongfang with distressed expression, and said, "Honey, how long has it been since you ate, you must be starving over there, right?"

Feng Dongfang said with a smile: "No, it's just that I'm really tired of the food there. There's nothing else. How could we be hungry? It's just that we've been flying for too long. It's true that we're a little hungry, but the most important thing is that we're tired of eating there. Hey, try this, braised pork, it's delicious."

Yelena picked up a piece of braised pork, and after putting it in her mouth, her eyes lit up, she nodded her head and ate the meat, then took another piece, and muttered: "It's delicious, it's better than I imagined. A lot, um, it's delicious."

Russians also taste heavy oil and salt, but their cooking level can only be said to be better than that of the British, and there are a few dishes that can be sold, but the problem is, compared to eating, is there any country that can really compare with China.

People are more accustomed to the taste of their hometown, so it is definitely impossible for Chinese food to replace the local eating habits of other countries, but the characteristic of Chinese food is that no matter where you are from or what taste you are accustomed to, you can always find food that suits your taste in the huge system of Chinese food.

I can't do without the food system I am familiar with, but I also think that Chinese food is very delicious. This is the biggest feature of Chinese food.

Undoubtedly, braised pork is very to Yelena's taste. Although eating it claims to make her gain weight, Yelena just can't put down her chopsticks.

As for Feng Dongfang, he was surprising everyone in the hotel.

Feng Dongfang is so good at eating, although it is impossible to finish all the food, but he can eat eight dishes alone, and he can eat very fiercely, it is not an exaggeration to say that he was reincarnated from an evil ghost.

Finally, when the last pot of pimple soup was served, it was not the waiter who came out, but a middle-aged man.

Put the pimple soup in front of Feng Dongfang, took a small bowl to serve Feng Dongfang and Yelena's soup, and after putting it on the table, the middle-aged man finally said: "Brother, you have been hungry for a long time."

Feng Dongfang breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "It's not that I've been hungry for a long time, but you can tell by looking at me. I'm suffering. I ate barbecue for several months without changing it. Brother, do you understand?"

The middle-aged man slapped his thigh and sighed: "Understood, why don't you understand, people from our country understand, hey, last time there was a guest from Norway who ate with me and cried while eating." Ah, the United States is okay now, you can eat decent hometown flavors, but some places still can’t, hey, it’s far away, so what, brother, I heard you want to eat dumplings?”

Feng Dongfang nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, I want to eat dumplings. You are from the north, brother. I heard that your accent is also from the north, right?"

The boss smiled, and said: "Northern people, from Lu province, like this, you eat first, save some stomach, I will go to the back kitchen and tell people, let them make some dumplings for you, what you said , such a small wish must be fulfilled for you, brother, what kind of stuffing do you want to eat?"

Feng Dongfang said in surprise: "Pork and cabbage! Oh, pork and green onions are also fine without cabbage."

The boss chuckled, and said, "Yes, there are cabbage, just wait, the dumplings stuffed with pork and cabbage are taking a bit of work now, just wait a little longer, I'll be sure to serve them in half an hour."

Feng Dongfang put down his chopsticks and started chatting with Yelena, telling her the characteristics of each dish to pass the time.

Once people's obsession comes up, they can do anything. Feng Dongfang wants to eat dumplings now, so let alone wait for half an hour, he has to wait for two hours, although he is actually very full now.

Twenty minutes later, the boss came out with a plate of dumplings in one hand and a bottle of vinegar in the other. He put it in front of Feng Dongfang, and said with a smile, "Come on, fresh noodles and freshly chopped stuffing. There are so many people and you can knead it quickly. Let's try the first pot. Hurry up and taste how our dumplings taste. Let's have some vinegar, authentic old vinegar from Jin Province."

Feng Dongfang picked up a dumpling, dipped it in some vinegar, and said softly to Yelena, "Come, reunion dumplings, eat."

Feng Dongfang ate a dumpling. It tasted good, but it wasn't the taste he was familiar with, and it wasn't the taste he wanted most.

I almost burst into tears, not because I was moved by the delicious food, but because Feng Dongfang was moved by the scene.

But in the eyes of that boss, the expression on Feng Dongfang's face is worth pondering.

The boss patted Feng Dongfang's shoulder and said with a smile: "Brother, don't worry, eat slowly, there will be more in the future, just cook if you don't have enough."

Feng Dongfang was very grateful to this stranger Chinese. He nodded to the boss and said, "Thank you very much."

Feng Dongfang really wanted to find some more familiar smells, so after thanking him sincerely, he said in a low voice, "Brother, do you have any garlic?"

The boss laughed and said, "Yes, yes, just wait, I'll bring you garlic."

(End of this chapter)