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After visiting the second floor, it was almost time for dinner.Rocco just escaped from the material dealer and hurried to the second floor of the exhibition hall.

"Hey Celio!"

Before he came to the front, he had already spread his arms, and his voice burst out with great enthusiasm.

"Rocoo!—"

Celio rushed forward to respond with the same enthusiasm, and the two of them directly performed a very strong Italian-style veneer gift.

Rocco stood up after sticking face to face with the child, took two steps, and opened his warm embrace to Tong Yu again.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Song Rou quickly turned black, raised her feet to meet him, and hugged him firmly.

"? Grass... Song Rou, are you alright?"

Rocco realized that he threw himself into a very wide embrace, and pushed Song Rou away with a green face, as if he had eaten a dead fly.

"Take care of yourself, this is China." Song Rou's face was not much better.He thought to himself that this ghost was going to hug Tong Yu close to his face just now, how could he bear it?His here is China!

"Are you hungry? Let's go eat."

Rocco asked Tong Yu very gently, and at the same time, pretending to be disgusted, he brushed off the high-end suit on his body, thinking that Song Rou is a fucking mad dog now, all he has to do is not give Song Rou the slightest look, with little Yu and Celio get away quickly.

Song Rou smiled slightly after hearing this, and said, "I happen to be hungry too, let's go together."

At that time, Tong Yu thought in his heart that Song Rou's face is probably thicker than the clouds over Beijing today:

Not only can he openly ask whether he can wear a skirt in public, but he also goes to the dinner with a shy face, saying that he wants to have a good time with old friends.

Despite Rocco's repeated insistence, he and Song Rou have no past at all.

The reserved restaurant is by a lake in Nanhaizi, a whole piece of private water, the location is very secluded, and it takes 10 minutes to walk wildly after getting off the road.

The dishes are prepared on the shore, and after they are ready, they are rowed to the center of the lake by boat.Guests dine in the middle of the lake.

After the four of them boarded the boat, a waiter came from the shore with a bamboo basket, and one of them, a middle-aged man in a white chef uniform, walked up to the table and stood still.

Waiters in light-coloured linen uniforms began serving the dishes.

The waiter, wearing beige gloves, carried a small black iron pot and put it on the tray, with his hands drooping, and placed the whole thing in the middle of the dining table in the ship.

The middle-aged man cleared his throat and introduced: "Hanging pot rice. The water used for cooking is mountain spring water, and the rice is also cooked slowly with traditional firewood. There are chopped Sichuan-style sausages, bacon and peas in the rice. Man."

The waiter brought another clear porcelain basin, and the cabbage inside was soaked in the clear tea-colored soup.

The chef continued to introduce: "Boiled cabbage. The core of the cabbage is removed and the tendons are torn off. The broth is made of spring water. After the soup is simmered over a low fire, the oil is removed. It is light and nourishes the stomach. Now it is a representative dish of Sichuan cuisine in state banquets."

Then a huge celadon-glazed basin was brought up, with a thick layer of sea pepper and rattan pepper floating on top of the bright red soup.The chili oil is pouring, and there is a burst of sizzling and spiciness.

"Maoxuewang. This is a classic Sichuan dish that everyone should be familiar with. The sea cucumbers and abalones in it are freshly airlifted in today."

Then came the shredded fish-flavored pork on a plate.

"Fish-flavored shredded pork. It is also a classic home-cooked Sichuan dish that you are familiar with. It uses southern green bamboo shoots instead of winter bamboo shoots, Sichuan Dikouer."

Finally, there is a square porcelain plate, with a few pieces of grilled golden fish inside, and a few petals of fragrant red pomelo meat on the bottom.

"Grilled silver cod with watercress in Pixian County. Airlifted French silver cod, grilled and topped with bean paste sauce. It is a relatively new and improved Sichuan dish in recent years. You should also try it."

The waiter filled the tea and stooped out of the boat.

"The tea is freshly picked Mengshan nectar, and the dessert after the meal is already being prepared."

The chef took a step back after introducing the dishes, crossed his hands in front of him, and asked Rocco slightly: "Any questions? Mr. Ceretti."

"No, thank you for preparing the dinner." Rocco nodded slightly.

"Okay. Enjoy your meal, everyone."

The cook also exited the cabin.

The boatman slowly steered the boat to the center of the lake, and after the anchor broke down, he returned to the shore on a bamboo raft.

In the middle of the lake, there is only one painting boat and a few people sitting in it.

This is a private water area surrounded by lush green mountains and forests on three sides of the lake.The sky has been covered with thick clouds since the morning, and now it began to rain heavily, and the rain fell into the quiet Bitan, splashing small clusters of water.

And Celio was very interested in the hermit culture in such a Chinese tradition, and he started to exclaim when he stepped into this mountain forest.

Regardless of Celio's firm objection, Rocco served him a small bowl of hanging pot rice, and said forcefully, "You have to eat rice. There is no bread or spaghetti (pasta) here."

After serving Celio's meal, Rocco put another small bowl of hanging pot rice in front of Tong Yu, and said softly, "Xiao Yu also eats some staple food, you locals in City C should eat this often, right?"

In the end, without even looking at Song Rou, he put a small bowl of rice in front of him.

Song Rou didn't seem to feel embarrassed, he stretched out his arms lazily to scoop it up for himself, and even handily gave Tong Yu another spoonful.

"How did you and Celio know each other?" Song Rou slowly picked up a delicate cabbage and put it into the bowl of Tongyu opposite, looking at Rocco on the right with her narrow eyes, asking him a question.

"You want to ask me how I met Xiaoyu in Italy?"

Rocco used the serving chopsticks to hold a piece of fish-flavored shredded pork for Tong Yu and Celio each, and put the chopsticks down after holding them down.

"I met Xiaoyu first in my school." Luo Ke glanced at Song Rou, with a little green in his eyes. "I didn't expect to meet him there either."

"And then you always followed him," Celio added immediately, "and followed him to our house several times!"

Rocco laughed and tried to defend himself: "Because he said he didn't know me, I was very unconvinced." He looked at Tong Yu who was eating with his head down, with complaints in his eyes, "Obviously we met in China .”

"NoNoNo, Veronica told me that you want to pursue him!" Celio revealed loudly.

"That's right!" Rocco shrugged and admitted, "I've confessed my love many times, but he rejected me all the time."

"I'm sorry, Roo!" Celio stood up and patted Rocco's head, regretfully saying, "Maybe he really isn't gay."

Tong Yu lightly tapped the back of Celio's hand with chopsticks, "Sit down and eat."

Rocco added food to Celio's plate with serving chopsticks.The green eyes turned to Song Rou again, with unclear emotions inside.

"Si (yes), maybe he really isn't gay."

The hotel where Tong Yu and the others stayed was in Chaoyang, and Luo Ke's family was also in Chaoyang. Only Song Rou lived in Haidian.So Rocco stuffed people into his car with good reason.

After seeing off Tong Yu and Celio, Rocco returned to his residence.Song Rou had already parked the car at the gate of his residential area.

Song Rou leaned against the door of the car with the lights on and smoked. She was slender and tall, almost as tall as the roof of the off-road vehicle.

Luo Ke had no choice but to tell the driver to wait in the car, and he opened the car door and walked towards Song Rou.

Song Rou rested her wrist on the edge of the car door, holding a cigarette between her slender fingers.

"Didn't you say you quit?" Rocco also took out a cigarette from his suit pocket, biting on the filter before finding a lighter.

"The cigarettes I just bought."

Song Rou pulled out a Zippo lighter from the leather jacket and lit it for Rocco.His hair was braided close to his scalp, and the line of his jawbone looked very beautiful when he bowed his head sideways to light the fire.

Song Rou asked: "How is he doing over there?"

After exhaling a puff of smoke, Rocco said, "Very good, better than in China." Seeing that Song Rou was silent, he added, "Very good. The mental treatment over there is more mature. His father He and his stepmother were good to him."

Song Rou nodded, and asked after a while: "Do you like him?"

Rocco shook the ashes, "I liked him when he was in T University. He is so fucking cute." The green in his eyes didn't look so obvious in the dark night, and he continued, "You know I'm Gay."

At this point he smiled. "And I'm studying oil painting, so I can't help but like him."

Song Rou listened to him quietly, and then slightly raised her lips.

"But he's mine."

He's cute, but he's mine.

There is no such restaurant in Beijing Nanhaizi Park, I made it up.The original version was eaten in C City, so there are mountains and forests.

The dishes refer to some Sichuan restaurants in Chengdu and Chongqing, and I can’t remember the specific restaurants after writing for a long time.I'll go to the photo album and look through the pictures to see if I can remember them.

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