Prisoner's wife's pet: European-style president's domineering love

"Sir, are you sure you want to order all the dishes on the menu?" The waiter looked like a girl in her early twenties. She was wearing a bright red waistcoat and was holding the menu that Huangfu Xijue had just handed back in her arms, with a confused look on her face. He looked at Huangfu Xijue dumbfoundedly.

This was the first time she had seen a foreigner. She was very curious and spoke to Huangfu Xijue in Mandarin, which she was not very proficient in.

Are all foreigners so rich? Why did he come to such a remote place like them? Did he order so many dishes because he wanted to taste what their dishes taste like?

"Huangfu Xijue, there are too many, it's a waste, there is no need at all..." They can survive in such harsh conditions in the wild. In fact, it is very important for them to eat a little food with discretion now. A very beautiful thing, in fact, there is no need to order so much, it is a waste if you can't finish it.

After eating something that hasn't been added to the discretion for so long, now that she can finally eat delicious food, how could Huangfu Xijue treat her badly, of course he wants to let her taste all the delicious food here.

Huangfu Xijue didn't answer Mu Xiaoyan's topic anymore, and leaned his head back, and said in a blunt tone: "That's all."

"..." Seeing Huangfu Xijue's obviously improved face, Mu Xiaoyan hesitated to speak.

In the past month, Huangfu Xijue has really suffered. He has lost a lot of weight, and even his skin tone has turned darker. Because there are no scissors in the wild, he can't trim his hairstyle. His short hair grew a lot, and he didn't wash for a few days, making him look sloppy and haggard.

He does need a good patch up, too.

It doesn't matter to him, it is a small restaurant itself, and the cook inside is just one person, busy in the back kitchen, while Huangfu Xijue is still rushing.

In the end, the biggest table in their store was filled up. This restaurant can only sell so much rice in a day, and almost all the materials that can be used are used up. The only thing left is to use salt as a dish. Take it out.

It is conceivable that Huangfu Xijue and Mu Xiaoyan don't eat a lot, and almost only eat one or two bites of each dish. By the time all the dishes are full, Mu Xiaoyan has already felt his round belly and stuffed them in one bite. Do not go in.

Huangfu Xijue was still practicing how to use the chopsticks, and the dishes he picked up so many times finally seemed to have some effect. With a sweet smile on his face, he picked up the dishes from the plate that had just been placed on the table. He took a small piece and brought it to Mu Xiaoyan's mouth: "Open your mouth, do you want to taste this delicious food?"

Mu Xiaoyan shook her head, raised her hand and shook it in front of him: "I don't want to eat, I can't eat anymore."

To be honest, they really enjoyed this meal. The first meal in civilized society was still so hearty.

Huangfu Xijue put the chopsticks back in disappointment, and silently fed the food into his mouth.

After eating, the waiter came out to collect money from them, Huangfu Xijue subconsciously took out his pocket, remembering that he didn't bring any money with him now.

Just when Mu Xiaoyan was about to worry that they couldn't pay for the meal, Huangfu Xijue flicked up his sleeves, took off the watch he had been carrying with him for the past month from his wrist, and said in a very generous tone: "This watch is worth a meal, isn't that enough..."