Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

Before recovering from the trial, Mu Wan'an looked at the low-key but elegant western restaurant in front of her, and cast doubtful eyes on the man sitting beside her, "You suddenly became interested, so you want to Treat me to western food?"

"Successfully resolved a potential hazard, shouldn't it be celebrated?"

He asked rhetorically, and then raised his left eyebrow: "It seems that you are not very satisfied with the result."

"Since you think you should celebrate, I have nothing to say."

I don't know where Song Bingjue came from, but Mu Wan'an just smiled lightly, with a meek look of letting him go.She followed Song Bingjue in, and the winking waiter immediately came over and guided them to sit in a quiet corner.

The interior decoration of this western restaurant has the style of the last century. It is like the overall tone of the yellowing quaint book pages, coupled with the colorful glass, it makes people feel like they are in a church in Florence during the Renaissance.

"How does it feel?"

The waiter came over to inquire about the pre-dinner wine, Song Bingjue ordered in a low voice, and then looked at the woman sitting opposite him who kept looking at the style of the restaurant, "This western restaurant is a replica of the French Western restaurant Merci, every brick The tiles, every corner, are exactly the same as Merci. In order to restore the sense of history, even the building materials are taken from French ancient buildings.”

"I don't know who the owner of this restaurant is. It's so 'interesting'. For such a western restaurant, I don't hesitate to go to this point."

Taking a sip of the red wine, Mu Wan'an didn't look surprised. In her opinion, spending so much energy and money to build a restaurant that doesn't belong here is too extravagant.

"It's Cheng Wushuang. You should have seen it last time at Yeyu."

Thinking of that radiant man, Song Bingjue also felt a little helpless, "He is an out-and-out 'banana man'. He has been traveling between manors in England and France since he was a child. It’s a soft spot.”

Mu Wan'an's memory went back to the night when she went to Yeyu, she also thought of that exquisite man, he revealed a reckless atmosphere when talking and laughing, and it seemed reasonable to say that he would do such a thing among.

"The most famous dish here is the foie gras. It tastes very authentic. You might as well try it."

Noticing that Mu Wan'an was making trouble with the menu, Song Bingjue suggested in a flat tone, as if he didn't notice that she was making trouble with the menu at all.

"Since it was recommended by you, it must taste good."

After closing the menu and handing it to the waiter, Mu Wan'an looked at the man in front of him, somewhat unable to figure out his thoughts, it stands to reason that he was so "disrespectful" to him just now, why is he still so amiable now...

Thinking of this, she couldn't help feeling a little irritable, and tapped the table lightly with her hand on the table. This irritability didn't dissipate until the dish of foie gras was placed in front of her.

Cut a small piece with a knife and fork and put it in his mouth, Mu Wan'an suddenly felt a familiar feeling.Your memory may betray your body, but your taste buds won't... A few familiar images flashed through her mind:
It was also an exquisite man sitting opposite him, he had dark red hair with some highlights, and he looked at himself with crooked eyes, "This foie gras..."

……

"What's wrong? Is the taste of foie gras wrong?"

Seeing the dazed look on her face since she put the foie gras into her mouth, Song Bingjue couldn't help but frowned, not caring that her actions would attract the attention of others in the always elegant western restaurant, from her foie gras He cut a small piece and put it in his mouth.

——It’s completely different from my own foie gras.

Mu Wan'an raised her head in a daze, grabbed the red wine on the side and drank a few more sips, the cold blood-like liquid slowly slid down her throat, bringing the feeling of a sharp knife sealing her throat, and she recovered from her trance Shenli replied with a look of surprise and uncertainty:

"It's okay... I just feel like I've had this taste somewhere before."

"Waiter!"

After snapping his fingers, Song Bingjue said to the waiter, "There seems to be something wrong with the taste of this foie gras."

"You don't have to mobilize people like this, maybe it's just my own thoughts."

Seeing that he seemed to be held accountable, Mu Wan'an quickly stopped him, but she lost her appetite for the seemingly delicious foie gras in front of her:

"I'm probably not born to eat these things. Let's just eat something when I get home."

"No, I have eaten foie gras in this restaurant many times before, and I have never had such a situation."

Thinking of the completely changed taste of the foie gras in his mouth just now, Song Bingjue's eyes sank, "We still have to find out."

Maybe people like Song Bingjue who are in charge of the family business are more sensitive. Seeing that he insisted on this, Mu Wan'an no longer objected.

The chef in charge of this dish walked to their table impatiently, and he spoke in French with great displeasure:
"I made this foie gras with my own hands. Every process is extremely meticulous. It is impossible for such a problem to occur!"

"Actually, the problem has already arisen, hasn't it?"

With his fluent French as well, Song Bingjue signaled the waiter to cut a piece of Mu Wanan's foie gras and bring it to the chef's mouth. Swallow the foie gras directly.

As soon as he entered the mouth, the chef's face changed, obviously aware of the tricks, he yelled extremely angrily:

"Who moved my food? Who is it?!"

His voice was very loud, and the manager who heard the wind hurriedly comforted him, and finally smoothed the chef's hair, and the chef said with some lingering anger:
"The foie gras was sprinkled with other condiments! I swear, this is not my work!"

Mu Wan'an also understood the seriousness of this, and quickly handed the water at hand to Song Bingjue and urged:

"You also ate this foie gras just now, spit it out! Now I don't know what is in it, if it is poison or something, it will be terrible!"

"I can see that you are so nervous, even if it is poison, I will admit it."

Holding the wrist she stretched out in front of him, Song Bingjue smiled softly. Compared with the usual high and cold smile, this smile seemed more springy, and Mu Wan'an's face blushed unconsciously:
"How can there be someone like you? You don't even worry about your own safety, you only think about such things!"

The chef at the side saw the appearance of the two of them and could understand something through body movements, so he couldn't help but chuckle, "Don't worry, it's not poison, at most he just sprinkled some condiments on it... But, This kind of behavior is simply too hateful! I must find out who is so shameless!"

Seeing the faint signs of getting angry from the French chef, the manager at the side quickly said:
"You don't have to worry about this, we have surveillance here, and everything will be clear after you investigate."

Hearing the monitoring, Song Bingjue also raised his eyes. He also wanted to know who would tamper with Wanwan's foie gras, and it turned out that it only changed the taste...

In the monitoring room, Song Bingjue, Mu Wanwan and everyone in the western restaurant were all staring at the screen.

After the chef finished the two dishes of foie gras, he handed them over to the waiter who came to serve the dishes. The man was tall and thin. Although he also wore the clothes of the waiter, he was a bit shorter. The cuffs and the slightly tight top all showed that this was not the original owner of this uniform.

When he came to a corner, he put the foie gras on the cabinet, then took out a small bottle from his pocket, sprinkled some powder similar to spices evenly on the foie gras, and continued to hang down The first dish was presented to Song Bingjue and Mu Wan'an's table.

Mu Wan'an didn't have the slightest impression of the person serving the food, she looked at Song Bingjue suspiciously:

"Do you remember what the waiter who served us looked like?"

"He kept his head down the whole time, and I didn't notice him at all."

Speaking of this, Song Bingjue couldn't help but frowned, obviously aware of the problem, and the restaurant manager began to ask carefully, but the conclusion was that no one saw this person, and this French chef Because I don't have a cold about oriental faces, and I don't have much impression.

The only thing that is certain is that this person is not from the restaurant.

"Manager! Manager! Yuan Si was dragged out of the bathroom! He..."

A waiter rushed in in a panic, his face was full of panic, and the manager quickly reprimanded:
"What are you doing? It's not big or small! Didn't you see that there are distinguished guests here?!"

The waiter was extremely aggrieved, so he retorted:

"Yuan Si was knocked out and put in the bathroom cubicle. He was only wearing underwear. His uniform has disappeared."

In this way, everything seems to fall into place.

Song Bingjue and Mu Wan'an looked at each other in a tacit understanding.

It was only when she met Song Bingjue's abyss-like eyes that Mu Wan'an realized that she had done something stupid again. She scolded herself over and over in her heart, and then pretended to be calm and said:
"Is he awake? If so, you can ask him if he has any impression of the person who knocked him out."

The manager also nodded hurriedly. He looked at Song Bingjue, and said:
"The situation in the staff lounge must be chaotic. Mr. Song and Mrs. Song don't go there. I'll just ask."

Thinking of what I heard just now that Yuan Si was only wearing underwear, Mu Wan'an no longer insisted, she nodded:
"Then it's hard work for you."

After a while, the manager turned and came back. He shook his head with a distressed look on his face, as if he had no clue.