Chapter 316
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However, none of the students in this family had told him that he had such a devilish appearance. Joseph, who already felt that he had done something immoral, felt that he had committed a grave sin.
Cong Nianwei was a little surprised. The blonde neighbor really didn't treat her as an outsider. She smiled kindly and said, "Welcome. Have a seat. I'll get you some cutlery. By the way, where are you from?"
"Oh!" Joseph was attracted by the beef on the table. He forgot his dilemma instantly. "I'm from Hamburg, Germany!"
"Oh!" Joseph was attracted by the beef on the table. He forgot his dilemma instantly. "I'm from Hamburg, Germany!"
Before Qin Guan could close the door, someone knocked on it.
Creak!
"Oh, the door is open. I knew the thick-skinned Joseph would be the first to visit the neighbors. Hello, I'm the handsome French guys who live next door, Baptiste and Le. This is our gift, please accept it!" Zhang Zian said with a smile.
Hey! Don't ignore the host and push your way through the door. I haven't even greeted you yet!
Qin Guan looked at the flowers in his hand helplessly. The landlord had planted them in the garden behind the apartment.
He didn't know whether to throw them away or take them. He would plant them secretly after the troublesome guest left.
Bang! Bang!
Are you done? There was only a white shirt outside the door. Qin Guan shouted at the corridor, "Is there anyone else who wants to come for dinner? I'm closing the door. "
The small apartment was about to be filled to the brim.
“O! Y！ My good friend! "
Before he could finish his words, Qin Guan saw a blur. Several more people had entered the apartment with folding stools. They had even investigated the chairs in Qin Guan's apartment.
All the neighbors on the same floor had arrived. Qin Guan noticed that Cong Nianwei was washing rice. She was going to cook another pot of rice.
Suddenly, he realized that two servings of rice were not enough for the whole apartment.
The real problem was that Coulibaly had brought a pocket-sized golden leopard as a gift.
No matter how pocket-sized it was, it was still gold. It was much more luxurious than the bread and wildflowers that could not be finished.
This group, which was not harmonious to begin with, instantly pointed the spearhead at this African young man.
"What do you mean? Everyone else is the same. You are special. "
"Look, even Bessella and the others only brought one pancake each. Why are you so serious?"
"Do you know that in ancient China, gold was regarded as sh * t?"
What kind of explanation is that, kid? Also, when did the ancient Chinese people become so well-off?
Cella and the other two girls smiled but didn't say anything. Even the rings on their tongues couldn't stop them from eating. They waved at Cong Nianwei in the kitchen. "Come on, pretty girl. The guests are waiting for you. Don't cook."
Cong Nianwei looked at the uninvited guests with a smile. What a group of weirdos! At least she and Qin Guan would have something to laugh about in the future.
Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei sat down at the table. The guests from all over the world stared at him pitifully like puppies waiting for their meal. The temptation of delicious food made them forget the young Asian man's appearance.
Qin Guan had wanted to make some opening remarks, but when he saw the situation on the table, he stopped talking nonsense. "It seems that everyone is hungry. Shall we talk after dinner?"
"Okay!"
"Yes!"
Everyone in the room agreed. As soon as Qin Guan's voice faded away, they began to eat.
Only then did Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei realize that the pancakes Cella had brought were not gifts for them.
The corn pancakes were their staple food. They had planned to squat outside the door and enjoy the fragrance of the pancakes. They hadn't expected their new neighbor to be so generous.
The three girls casually chewed on the tender beef stew and dipped the potatoes into the broth before chewing on them.
Batiste and Culibaly, who had been pretending to be elegant, noticed their table manners. Coulibaly, who thought it was too troublesome, had started to grab the food with his hands.
It was a pity that he had forgotten that it was a Chinese stew, not a dish that had been spread on leaves for a long time.
"Ao, ao, ao!"
The "Ao" in the front was because its claws had two bumps, and the "Ao" in the back was because it stuffed meat into its mouth.
Only Joseph looked at the tableware in front of him calmly. He pointed at the hot and sour shredded potatoes with his fork and asked, "What is this?"
"Hot and sour potato. It's delicious. Try it."
"The main ingredient is potatoes? Potatoes can be shredded into such thin shreds? Are you kidding me? "
"Ah, that's right. In order to save trouble, we rubbed it with a silk liner."
Joseph picked up some potatoes with his fork and put them in his mouth carefully. China is really a magical country. Why does it take so much effort to eat potatoes?
But what's with this explosion of taste buds after entering the mouth? The salivary glands at the bottom of his tongue instantly filled his mouth with saliva.
It's so delicious! I've never tasted such delicious food in my life!
Even the most old-fashioned Joseph had grabbed the potato shreds with his bare hands. How could a fork pierce through the shredded potato shreds? Baptiste, who used a knife and fork as if he were eating steak, was not going to be happy.
He was fatter than his brother. There were only three reasons for being fat: improper medication, gluttony and laziness.
He alone occupied two of them. At a time like this, there was no need to pay attention to the so-called elegance of the French. This curly-haired little fatty grabbed them.
Suddenly, the scene reminded Qin Guan of his roommates who had gone out to fight for food several years ago. He couldn't help but feel nostalgic.
Cong Nianwei looked at the dish in front of her. It was 1.5 kilos of beef. Foreigners were really good at eating meat. On that warm night, Cong Nianwei completely forgot that she was a foreigner in a strange country.
It was said that food was the best bridge to shorten the distance between people. In the time it took to finish the meal, the table was filled with people with protruding bellies picking their teeth.
When they were free, they looked at their new neighbors carefully. Of course, Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei were staring at them curiously.
It was said that one's appearance was born from one's heart. The appearance of this group of strange people was too different from the facial portraits left by the ancestors. Not to mention the ashes on the bottom of the pot, there were a few Latin American girls with tattoos on their faces.
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