On the topic of buying a car, a few people did not struggle for too long.
Except for Jiang Zhihao, everyone thought he was bragging, including Zhong Jiawei.
Fortunately, the waiter started serving the food soon, and Jiang Zhihao ordered champagne for Zhong Jiawei, which is also one of the characteristics of the algorithmic meal.
Chinese people always like to drink some water, tea, etc. before eating. French food is mainly based on wine, especially the kind with a slightly higher concentration.
Zhong Jiawei’s appetizer was avocado and bacon, which looked strange, but when she actually ate it, she discovered that the avocado itself had no flavor, and the bacon had a stronger flavor if eaten alone.
One is light and the other is heavy. The combination gives people a completely different level of experience.
Zhong Jiawei has never eaten such a dish before. It is novel and interesting.
The little girl Lingling is relatively simple. Jiang Zhihao ordered a smoked salmon salad for her, which just met her preferences. As long as there is meat, Lingling likes it.
As for Jiang Zhihao himself, it is slow-cooked salmon with Chinese seaweed, champagne pearls, mustard mayonnaise, and lemon jelly.
The attractively colored and large pieces of salmon meat are cooked at low temperature and slow-cooked, which perfectly retains the richness, delicacy and delicious color of the ingredients. Eat it with champagne pearls for a unique taste.
In fact, Jiang Zhihao has eaten this kind of French food so many times that no matter what kind of dish, it is no longer new to him.
But with the person I care about forever, let alone this high-quality French food, even ordinary boiled cabbage can be eaten with gusto.
While eating, Jiang Zhihao told the mother and daughter some interesting stories about French food from time to time.
His erudition and humor were astonishing, and Zhong Jiawei looked at him with a slightly strange look in her eyes.
It was a complex mixture of admiration, worship, and surprise.
Compared to the happy family of three, Pei Anhe and Xu Jinghe had a tasteless meal.
What Jiang Zhihao said was something they had never heard before, and they had no chance to interrupt even if they wanted to.
At this time, the waiter came over and said apologetically: "Sir, I'm really sorry, today's special dishes have been sold out. Do you want anything else?"
"Sold out? Then why didn't you tell me earlier!" Pei Anhe felt unhappy and said to the waiter with a sullen face: "I don't care. When I ordered, you said there were more, and now you tell me there are none. Are you kidding me? Anyway, you said it was sold out.
I have already placed an order, and I must ask your chef to make another one for me!"
"I'm really sorry, the daily specials are limited. As for ordering the dishes, because they are limited, everyone can place an order, and the quota will be determined according to the order time..."
The waiter's explanation naturally did not satisfy Pei Anhe, even if he had known this rule for a long time.
I ordered this dish just to compete for face in front of the two people opposite me. Now that the dish is gone, how can I fight for my head?
"You guys are bullying customers and deceiving consumers! If you don't serve the food today, I will complain to you!" Pei Anhe shouted loudly.
Many guests followed the sound, and some frowned.
Most of the people who come to high-end restaurants to eat are of high status, and they don't like noisy environments, especially at such an important time as eating.
In addition, the characteristic of French food is that you can stop and eat, which is very suitable for talking about work. Unlike Chinese food, you have to fill your stomach first and the time seems very crowded.