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Chapter 793 Do the winners of the dignified Goncourt Literature Prize still have to make an appointment for dinner?

"Mr. Zhang Zhong, welcome to Paris."

After Zhang Zhong and Xu Yuhan got off the plane, the staff of the Goncourt Literary Prize picked them up.

There were only two of them in Paris this time. Pengpeng originally said she wanted to come, but Zhang Zhong didn't let her come in the end.

The reason why this girl was clamoring to come was just because she wanted to eat ice cream. Zhang Zhong promised her that he would buy her a big torch when the weather gets hot next week, so she stopped clamoring to come to Paris.

The reason why I didn't bring her here is because there are only two days on the weekend. Traveling long distances back and forth like this, spending most of the time on the plane, Pengpeng should feel very tired, and she has to go to school on Monday.

Although the organizing committee of the Goncourt Literary Prize was very stingy, it still arranged accommodation for Zhang Zhong and the others.

After arriving at the hotel, the staff handed the key card to Zhang Zhong and said, "Mr. Zhang Zhong, you are resting in the hotel now. I will come back to pick you up at noon tomorrow to take you to the auditorium."

"Well, I'm sorry to trouble you."

After the staff left, Xu Yuhan jumped onto the sofa and stretched her body comfortably.

"I can finally have a good rest."

Zhang Zhong put down the surname Li and said with a smile, "Didn't you say you were going shopping?"

Xu Yuhan waved her hand, "Let me lie down for a while. We will talk about shopping later."

Zhang Zhong checked the time on his phone. It was now three o'clock in the afternoon. The sunset time in Paris was slightly later than that in Jiangyang. It would still be dark for about four hours.

He looked at Xu Yuhan lying on the sofa, smiled and shook her head. On the plane, she even said excitedly that she would have a good time when she came over. But when she really came over, she no longer had the energy.

Maybe because there were only two of them this time, Xu Yuhan was more excited than the previous two times.

The hotel the organizing committee booked for them was average, and it was much different from the place they stayed when they came to travel. Not to mention the hotel facilities, the scenery outside the window was completely incomparable.

I stood by the window for a while and looked at the scenery outside. I felt that there was nothing interesting to see, so I turned back to find the computer and continue my work.

When he turned around to find his computer, he found that Xu Yuhan had fallen asleep on the sofa, snoring slightly.

She has also been very tired recently. Mengmu Xiaozhu is preparing to open a second branch in the south of the city. During this time, she ran back and forth between the two places and spent a lot of thought on it.

It was also because the Chengnan branch had been very busy these two days, otherwise she would not have followed Zhang Zhong to Paris to receive the award.

Zhang Zhong took the quilt on the bed and covered her with it, and then he went to work with his computer.

He didn't mean to be jet-lagged, after all, they would have to go back after staying here for more than a day, but he didn't feel sleepy right now, so he simply found something to do for himself.

It wasn't until it got dark that Zhang Zhonggang turned on the lamp on the table, and Xu Yuhan stretched out and climbed up from the sofa.

Zhang Zhong turned to look at her, "Have you slept well?"

Xu Yuhan wrinkled her nose, shook her head and said, "I didn't sleep well, I woke up from hunger."

Zhang Zhong was amused by her appearance, and turned off the desk lamp he had just turned on, then stood up and turned on the ceiling light in the guest room.

"Get up and wash your face. I'll take you to eat."

"I want to eat red wine stew."

Zhang Zhong laughed and said, "Why did you learn from Peng Peng? You started ordering before you even went out. Let's go out and see if there are any good restaurants first."

The two walked to the door of a restaurant called the Canteen of the Gods. Zhang Zhong looked at the restaurant's facade and said, "This restaurant looks pretty good. Let's go in and have a look."

He raised his feet to go inside, but Xu Yuhan held him back, "This restaurant requires reservations, and reservations must be made long in advance. Let's find another restaurant."

"Reservation? I, a winner of the Goncourt Literary Prize, need to make a reservation when I want to eat in Paris? Come on, let's go in. Who dares to stop us?" After saying that, Zhang Zhong pulled Xu Yuhan and walked inside.

Xu Yuhan was pulled by him and didn't know what to say. She was a little confused at the same time. Did Zhang Zhong take the wrong medicine today? He had never done such a thing before.

What happened next shocked her. Zhang Zhong walked to the reception desk and said to the waiter in English, "I am Zhang Zhong. I made a reservation at your hotel before."

The waiter checked on the machine, then said with a smile, "Yes, you made a reservation for tonight on March 27th, I will take you in."

"How about it? He doesn't dare to stop me." Following the waiter, Zhang Zhong said to Xu Yuhan with a smile.

Xu Yuhan rolled her eyes, "I thought you had made a mistake. It turns out you had reserved a seat a long time ago."

"This restaurant was recommended by Lin Lin. He said it was pretty good, so I made a reservation in advance." Zhang Zhong said.

"Well, this restaurant has three Michelin stars. It's hard to reserve a seat. I don't know if it's delicious or not, because I haven't eaten there either."

"You'll know soon if it tastes good or not."

In fact, in addition to the good environment and style of this restaurant of the gods, the black truffles are also good, but the rest is lackluster.

No matter who you are, everyone has a bias when it comes to food.

Humans are not machines. Zhang Zhong’s tongue grew up eating Chinese food, so he naturally has his own biases.

However, the environment here is indeed not bad, and it is suitable for two people to eat together.

And one of the better things about eating in a restaurant like this is that you don't have to worry about being recognized. Even if someone recognizes you, they won't come and disturb you on such occasions.

The waiter who had served them drinks looked at Zhang Zhong and obviously recognized him, but the waiter did not come over to ask for an autograph or anything like that.

After eating, the two left the hotel and walked on the streets of Paris. The breeze came slowly, accompanied by a hint of coolness. The temperature in Paris in April was similar to that of Jiangyang. It was quite warm during the day and much cooler at night.

Xu Yuhan was wearing a knitted sweater. She couldn't help shrinking her shoulders when a gust of wind blew. Zhang Zhong hugged her in his arms upon seeing this.

"I have walked this road before when I came to Paris, but I walked alone. At that time, I was thinking that maybe one day, I would walk on this road with another person." Snuggled up to Zhang Chonghuai

Here, Xu Yuhan said with emotion.

"Then have you ever thought about what the person walking with you looks like?"

Xu Yuhan shook her head, "I never thought about my appearance, but the feeling now is similar to what I imagined at the time. At that time, I was still thinking about becoming a famous painter, but then I suddenly wanted to teach children for some reason.

I’m drawing. But if I hadn’t taught the children to draw, I probably wouldn’t have met you.”

"That's not necessarily the case. If you become a painter, maybe we will meet in another way. Some people have to meet after all."

Xu Yuhan looked up at Zhang Zhong's side face and laughed, "Although these words are false, I am very happy to hear them."


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