Marrying into her Family

Originally a face happy Lin QingHan, in see Zhang Xuan's instant, happy look disappeared without a trace.

Oh no, I forgot to tell him not to come back tonight! Oh, what to do! In this way, what I told this girl will soon be torn down!

Lin QingHan's face was a little ugly. He got up from the dining table and went to Zhang Xuan.

Zhang Xuan saw that Lin QingHan's face was not good, and asked: "Mr. Lin, are you uncomfortable?"

"No!" Lin QingHan whispered to Zhang Xuan in a serious tone, and then two jade Bi naturally mixed with Zhang Xuan's arms, "and don't call me Mr. Lin, I told her that you are an artist, and I met in an art exhibition, remember?"

When Zhang Xuan heard it, he couldn't help but feel happy.

"What are you laughing at?" Lin QingHan's small hand twisted the soft meat inside Zhang Xuan's big arm, and his beautiful big eyes showed a strong warning, "don't laugh! Don't show me the truth, or you'll die! "

“ok，ok！” Zhang Xuan quickly asked for mercy and gestured, "QingHan, don't worry, I won't show you anything!"

At the same time, Lin Xuanhan tried not to show her face.

Looking at Lin QingHan's lovely appearance, Zhang Xuan can't help sighing that as long as she is a woman, she has vanity. Who doesn't want her husband to be a prince charming? General manager Lin is no exception.

Just after that, the woman with short hair in the kitchen came out with a plate of exquisite cakes.

"Ah! This is Zhang Xuan. " The woman put the cake on the table and came to Zhang Xuan.

Zhang Xuan, who was a smiley face a second ago, changed his face at this moment. He straightened his back and stretched out his hand. "Hello, I'm Zhang Xuan. With all due respect, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen except my wife."

Zhang Xuan's words are full of Western gentlemanly manners. He only looked at the woman with short hair and concluded that the other person was definitely a returnee.

Sure enough, the woman with short hair was amused by Zhang Xuan's words. She reached out to Zhang Xuan and said, "Mr. Zhang, you are really interesting. My name is Milan, QingHan's best friend."

"I often hear QingHan mention you." Zhang Xuan just grasped the second joint of Milan's four fingers.

"Mr. Zhang, QingHan said that you are an artist and proficient in the cultures of various countries. If so, your western etiquette is more standard than those nobles I have met." Milan sincerely praised, "sit down, the food will be ready soon."

Milan said, turned around with a gust of fragrance and walked towards the kitchen.

Zhang Xuan and Lin QingHan sat at the table, looking at the doubts in the woman's eyes, Zhang Xuan took the initiative to explain, "when I was a waiter in a restaurant in Gaul before, I had training in this field."

All kinds of delicious food were presented to the table by Milan. Zhang Xuan saw more than 20 kinds of oysters alone.

"Oyster gate, I haven't enjoyed it for a long time." Zhang Xuan sighed in his heart.

Lin QingHan is sitting beside Zhang Xuan. The appearance of secretly swallowing saliva when Zhang Xuan doesn't pay attention is lovely.

In addition to oysters, the dishes served by Milan include beef and whole duck, which are exquisite and appetizing.

"Mr. Zhang, listen to QingHan, you know the catering culture of Gaul very well." Milan put the dish on the table and sat opposite Zhang Xuan and Lin QingHan.

Lin QingHan looks at the delicious food at this table. Compared with the food made in Milan, the di Saint Gaul style restaurant is too low, and the catering culture is more high-end. Zhang Xuan is just a waiter. How can she come into contact with these? She is just about to open her mouth to help Zhang Xuan out, saying that Zhang Xuan is just a little involved, but Zhang Xuan's voice is the first to ring.

"Gaul oyster gate is better than other oysters. Looking at these oysters, they should be fresh products specially brought by Miss Milan. After cooking, you can feel the charm of the front, the middle and the back, with endless aftertaste and fierce aftereffect. However, they are not suitable for the first course. I think when Miss Milan brought up this oyster gate, she was taking the postgraduate entrance examination for me."

Zhang Xuan smiles faintly and looks at the plate of beef again. "The general practice of Tatar beef is to mix it with salt, pepper and sauce, and occasionally add some eggs to stir it well. But according to miss Milan's practice, there should be three or four quail eggs. The quail eggs here should be prepared to match the oyster door in the taste. As for this oil sealed duck I think it's QingHan who likes to eat. Otherwise, in this kind of collocation, there should be no duck

As soon as Zhang Xuan's voice fell, the applause of Milan rang out.

"Pa Pa Pa!"

"Mr. Zhang, I have to admit that your understanding of Gallic food is really as profound as QingHan said."

"Miss Milano, I'm just dabbling in it." Zhang Xuan smiles. He looks like a gentleman.

Lin QingHan looks at the appearance of the men around her. Every action is full of etiquette and every word is impeccable. She doubts that this is the spineless man she knows? If he wears a suit and appears in a high-end place, it is estimated that everyone will think that he is an aristocrat from the West!Lin QingHan's idea just came out. She felt that her little hand under the table was surrounded by warmth. She looked at Zhang Xuan, who was frowning and winking at Lin QingHan. It seemed that she was saying, well, my performance was OK.

Lin QingHan snorted and took his little hand out of Zhang Xuan's and grabbed the duck on the table.

Zhang Xuan took a piece of beef, dipped it in mustard juice, put it in his mouth, and chewed it after three seconds.

sat in Milan as like as two peas of Zhang Xuan. It is the same as Zhang Xuan's action. This is the most standard method to eat and the best way to keep the taste. Before Zhang Xuan made such an action, milant first noticed Zhang Xuan.

During the meal, Lin QingHan went to Milan to talk about some women's topics. He was having a good time. Milan asked Zhang Xuan coldly, "Mr. Zhang, listen to QingHan, you two met at an art exhibition?"

Lin QingHan jumps with a careful liver. She didn't expect that Milan would even ask these questions. Zhang Xuan happened to be a waiter in a Gallic restaurant. He knows something about Gallic food and Western etiquette, but what does he know about painting exhibition!

"Milan, are you checking our Zhang Xuan account?" Lin QingHan mumbled.

"Yes, that's to check the registered permanent residence. I always have to know how Zhang Xuan of your family cheated the female president of our iceberg." Milan's eyes are full of curiosity, looking at Zhang Xuan.

Lin QingHan stretched out his greasy hand and pulled Zhang Xuan's arm. He winked at Zhang Xuan from an invisible angle and said, "Zhang Xuan, ignore her."

"I said, Miss president, you are not cheating me, are you?" Milan put on an expression that I can't cheat.

"Of course not!" Lin QingHan's face was a little hasty. "We, we are..."