put wildness in his heart

Chapter 88
Wen Miao: "But I dance with my right eye."

Shen Jiayu paused while pouring water, thought for a moment, then raised his head, and threw four words to her slowly but forcefully: "Believe in science."

"..."

The words are changing so fast, isn't this the time for "the left eye twitches, the right eye twitches badly"?

Wen Miao's inexplicable panic lasted until the food was served, and it wasn't until the waiter brought the literary dishes she ordered that Wen Miao realized that her eyelids were jumping for no reason.

Shen Jiayu is indeed a big boss, what he said is very reasonable, his right eye is jumping fiercely.

Wen Miao stared at Wenyi Xiaocai for a moment, then rubbed her eyelids vigorously: "I think I have found the source of my eyelid twitching, it indicates that I may be slaughtered today, don't tell me this is the legendary Flaming Mountain Is it snowing?"

He Yin's two eyeballs almost met together, and he also studied the side dish for a long time, and finally slapped the table, angrily said: "Fuck, isn't this tomato mixed with sugar?"

And the real bully who is responsible for paying the bill——Wen Miao is still picking out the words very seriously: "Do you think I should call the waiters in their store over and ask them to explain to me, where is this Flame Mountain? The legendary Where is the Flame Mountain???"

Shen Jiayu looked at it for a while, but he saw something. He stretched out the tip of his chopsticks and tapped the bright red tomatoes on the plate. He still spoke in his usual, unhurried tone, obviously very calm: " This should be the Flame Mountain, right?"

Wen Miao: "..."

Nonsense, that is obviously a tomato.

Wen Miao was silent for half a second, then asked again, "What about Piaoxue?"

Shen Jiayu: "Isn't that layer of white sugar on top?"

Wen Miao: "..."

This is too perfunctory, right? !

Just now who said that 68 a plate is very cheap?
For 68 yuan, she could go to the vegetable market and bring back a sack of tomatoes.

He Yin felt that he had been deceived, and it took him a long time to accept the fact that Piaoxue on the Flame Mountain, which took the literary route, had turned into a down-to-earth tomato mixed with sugar, and nodded reluctantly: "Okay, the color is similar anyway, maybe the chef is Go stream-of-consciousness style."

He Yin persuaded himself like this in his heart.

"But I still want to ask, what is my hand that goes through your black hair?" He Yin studied all the round plates, square plates, long plates, and short plates on the table, but he didn't see it. Which dish is worthy of this kind of literary name with a little non-mainstream flavor.

"Should it be this?" Shen Jiayu looked calm and unfazed, as if he had expected the current situation early in the morning. After scanning around, he found the closest one according to the name of the dish, "Kelp stewed pig hoof."

"..." He Yin was confused again, "Then what does this have to do with 'passing my hand through your black hair'?"

"Yes." Shen Jiayu pointed to the kelp and said, "Black hair."

Pointing to the trotter again, he said, "Your hand."

Wen Miao's ability to accept is relatively high, and she quickly adjusted her mentality. While gesticulating, she added the second half of Shen Jiayu's unfinished sentence: "Is this also a metaphorical style? Think about it carefully. The kelp is wrapped around the pig's trotters, so it's going through your black hair and your hands."

He Yin: "..."

The "hand" of emotion refers to pig's trotters? ? ?

"I feel like I've been deceived again. Let's just let the storm come more violently." He Yin said numbly, "Which food is there? Walking on a small road in the country?"

"Isn't this what it is?" Wen Miao pointed to the braised pig's trotter that firmly occupied the C position.

The question mark on He Yin's head was almost visible to the naked eye: "No, I'll just ask, does this name have something to do with dishes???"

"Didn't you see a ring of green parsley sprinkled on the side of the plate?" Wen Miao was no longer surprised by the flaring snow falling in front of the Flame Mountain. "You can walk with your feet, aren't your feet just pig's trotters? As for the country roads —that ring of coriander might be the weeds on both sides of the path.”

He Yin: "..."

Can you still explain it like this? ? ?

"That Qinglong Woxue—fuck, needless to say, I understand, if you put a cucumber on top of the white sugar, it's called Qinglong Woxue?" He Yin finally rolled his eyes, "Just For these four dishes, it dares to charge more than 400, isn't that too bad?"

Shen Jiayu didn't seem too surprised, and answered leisurely: "That's why I dare to call it a 'black shop' in a fair and honest manner."

He Yin: "What black shop?"

"Didn't you see it?" Wen Miao had already started to eat, she freed her hand in her busy schedule, pointed her fingertips in the direction of the cashier, and motioned him, "It's such a big logo, when you come in Didn't you notice?"

"Ah?" He Yin turned his head and looked over in a daze.

On the counter of the cash register at the entrance of the hot pot restaurant, there is a line of shiny golden bold characters engraved: Heidian chain hot pot restaurants.

He Yin: "..."

Sorry, he's blind, he really didn't notice the name of the store.

(End of this chapter)