Mr. Dior

CHAPTER 37: (10)

This is a more advanced barbecue restaurant, not as noisy as an ordinary barbecue restaurant. In the middle of the table is a pile of polished round stones with charcoal fire under the stones. The meat is grilled on the stone, which can better filter out the excess oil, and it will not be stained with the smell of iron plate.

However, roasting meat on the stone is technical, and a waiter with white gloves is standing at the table for the roasting.

Zhang Chenxuan waved the waiter away and took the clip to bake.

The sleeves of the black shirt rolled up, revealing a strong forearm. The big boned hands pinched bamboo clips and spread snowflake beef piece by piece on the stones. Bake a slice and give it to Xiaojiao's wife for hot food.

Jiao Qi watched the golden yellow pieces of meat roasted on the plate, remembering when the two had just met.

On the second date, Zhang Dazhen took him to barbecue, took the initiative to pick up the clips, and grilled them piece by piece. As you bake, sell yourself secretly.

"I like to cook very much, but I have done it alone, and no one appreciates it. So sometimes I am lazy and eat barbecue at home. You can taste it. The technique of my barbecue is said to be ok." The "golden finger" who knocked out the champion of the international game production contest, turned the barbecue skillfully, and the fireworks were unexpectedly attractive.

Love often starts with a momentary heartbeat. Everyone was touched differently, maybe a phone call, a smile, an umbrella handed over on a rainy day, a cup of hot tea with smoke in the winter.

When Zhang Dazhen put the first piece of roasted meat on his plate, Jiao Qi suddenly became interested in this man. From childhood to age, this giant | Mr. Wu is the only person who gave him barbecue, and this happiness is what he has longed for but not available.

I remember when I was in junior high school, I just started to make popular Kokoku barbecue. Every day after school, Jiao Qi will pass by a barbecue restaurant, and through the glass wall, you can see the people eating barbecue. Parents usually take their children with them. Mom and dad are responsible for the barbecue, and the children are responsible for eating.

Jiao Qi sometimes can't help but stop for a moment to see how other people's parents take care of their children. Later, he told his father that if he wanted to eat barbecue, Jiaozuoren asked someone to come back and buy an electric baking pan from Bangguo. The nanny said it was too troublesome to use after unpacking and refused to do it for him. Jiao Qi said nothing, anyway, he didn't really want to eat barbecue.

Until one time the school occupied the examination room, he returned home from school in advance and saw that the nanny and her son were eating pork belly with that baking pan, and suddenly couldn't help crying.

Because of this incident at home, the babysitter was finally driven away, but Jiao Qi still did not get the kind of barbecue he wanted.

Until he met Zhang Chenzheng.

He was so happy that day that he accidentally ate too much. When Zhang Chenjun saw that he liked it, he kept feeding, and didn't eat much. Immediately after eating, Jiao Qi's fragile stomach was dying, and he vomited out of darkness by taking the opportunity to go to the bathroom. It is too shameful to eat and vomit because of gluttony, and naturally did not let Zhang Chenzhang know that washing out his face was still the elegant and noble Master Jiao.

After getting married, Zhang knew that he had a bad stomach, so he rarely let him eat barbecue.

"Is it delicious?" The underworld emperor held the barbecue clip with a dagger, his eyes staring at his young wife.