Chapter 778 Beautiful lady, you are so lucky

The royal blue Bugatti EB110 drove onto the motorway towards Bristol.

Vincent didn't drive very fast, the speed was kept around 5 or 60.

Hermione, who was sitting in the passenger seat, of course knew that he was thinking about her.

"You could drive a little faster."

Their destination was quite far away, and at this rate they would probably not arrive until noon.

Vincent increased the speed of the car slightly, and a not-so-strong push on his back suddenly appeared.

Hermione, who was standing next to him, was holding flowers and watching him drive seriously.

"What's wrong? Is there something dirty on my face?"

She shyly looked away, but quickly looked back, "No, I'm looking at my handsome and charming boyfriend."

Vincent was stunned for a moment, "You adapt quickly."

Hermione blinked mischievously, "It's all thanks to you.

Fred and George have been calling me the 'Gryffindor Big Sister' at school for a while, and you always say I'm the second in command of the 'Horwarts Cow'."

Vincent laughed dumbly and looked back at the front of the car. "My luck has always been good. It seems that I have shared some of it with you."

Hermione leaned towards him, "Actually, I'm pretty lucky, otherwise I wouldn't have met you."

The real reason for her transformation from an inconspicuous nerd to the elegant and well-dressed lady is self-evident.

"Really? That's great." Vincent kept his eyes focused on the front of the car. "Our good luck will definitely continue."

Hermione showed a happy smile on her face, "Yes, it will definitely continue."

Vincent glanced at her subconsciously and was distracted for a moment.

We used to be classmates and friends, and now we are a couple who have started dating.

Even with the same outfit and expression, Hermione gave him a completely different feeling.

Perhaps because he no longer treated her as a little girl, Vincent smiled faintly unconsciously.

"We're almost there."

Hermione looked out the window.

Bristol is a famous tourist city with a long history and extremely beautiful scenery along the way.

Vincent slowed down and drove slowly into the city.

The reason why he chose Bristol as the location for their first date was not only because of its nickname "romantic town", but also because it is home to two world-class universities.

As it was almost noon, the first stop was naturally the St. Nicholas Market, a great place to enjoy lunch.

The royal blue Bugatti EB110 was parked on the road outside the market. Vincent got out of the car first, walked around to the passenger seat, opened the door, and let Hermione hold his hand and get out of the car.

The combination of handsome men, beautiful women and sports cars will naturally attract a lot of attention.

The two of them had experienced such gazes countless times at school and didn't care about them at all.

Vincent held Hermione's hand tightly and walked into the busy market.

This place is very consistent with the diversity characteristics of a tourist city, with relatively many Asian and African faces.

The two walked slowly, their eyes constantly scanning the food shops on both sides of the street, discussing what kind of snacks they should order.

Forget about traditional British food, and don't even consider Indian street food, but you can try African and South American snacks.

One of them was holding fried tilapia and the other was holding cassava pancakes.

The two of them ate as they walked, and when they passed a Japanese dumpling shop they stopped in tacit understanding.

Hermione took a big bite of the tapioca pancake in her hand, "Rinyin wouldn't come to such a crowded place, would she?"

Vincent looked around uncertainly, "Who knows which city she will go to."

He looked away and stared at the pancakes in her hand.

"Is it tasty?"

"delicious."

Hermione blushed and handed over the cassava pancake, "Would you like to try one?"

Vincent opened his mouth wide and bit off most of it in one bite.

"Hmm...it's really delicious..."

He said vaguely and handed over the fried fish in his hand.

Hermione's neck turned red with embarrassment, and she took a small bite in a very reserved manner.

"Is it tasty?"

"Mm, it's really delicious."

Her voice was so soft that it could not be heard in the noisy street.

Vincent smiled and took her hand, "Let's go for a walk over there."

While the two continued to look for delicious food, the roar of a sports car was heard on the highway outside.

"Crunch--" The burgundy GT-R stopped right next to the rear of the royal blue Bugatti, just a few centimeters away from hitting it.

The driver's door opened and Rin, wearing a short-sleeved shirt, hot pants and sunglasses, got out of the car.

She raised her sunglasses, opened the guidebook in her hand, and looked across the road at the St. Nicholas Market.

Bristol is a famous tourist city in the UK, and the market in front of us is a diversified snack street.

Linyin closed the travel guide, reached out to close the car door, and walked across the road.

In the middle and later part of the market, Vincent and Hermione walked into a remote Chinese restaurant.

This is a restaurant run by a couple. The decoration is simple but very warm. The walls are covered with photos of them and their son.

As soon as the young couple sat down, the proprietress enthusiastically brought them tea.

Vincent picked up the menu and looked at the names of the dishes with nostalgic eyes.

"Madam boss, are you from Hong Kong?"

The proprietress seemed particularly surprised. "Yes, how did you know that?"

Vincent pointed to the drinks section of the menu. "The menu is mostly Cantonese cuisine, and the drinks at the top are milk tea and iced lemon tea."

The proprietress didn't expect that the young man in front of her knew so much about Chinese food.

People in Europe and America generally cannot distinguish between the eight major cuisines, and their perception of Chinese food is often that of completely changed tastes.

Those who can distinguish between cuisines and infer specific regions from drinks are often experienced gourmets.

Vincent looked to be less than 20 years old, so it was unlikely that he had much experience.

The proprietress smiled and brought out a hidden menu.

She looked at Hermione, "This beautiful lady, you are so lucky to have found such a caring boyfriend."

Hermione had a sweet smile on her face, "Thank you, he is indeed very considerate."

Just now at the market, Vincent held her hand the whole time. Not only was he afraid of getting lost, he was probably also worried that she was not used to wearing high heels.

She is really happy to have such a caring boyfriend.

The proprietress looked at the affectionate young couple sitting next to each other looking at the menu, and seemed to be reminded of her own youth.

There was a hint of dissatisfaction on her face and she glared at her husband who was sitting outside the kitchen.

The shop owner was very puzzled, thinking that he was a careless person.

It didn't take Vincent and Hermione long to make their decision.

Authentic Cantonese cuisine is absolutely inseparable from chicken, and stew is the soul of Cantonese cuisine.

"Boiled chicken, green bean and pigeon soup, a plate of steamed pork ribs and blanched choy sum, and a cup of Hong Kong-style milk tea and a cup of iced lemon tea. Oh, and two bowls of rice."

The proprietress placed the order with a smile on her face, but the moment she turned to look at the shop owner, her eyes suddenly became resentful.

Vincent and Hermione were of course unaware of her change, as they were chatting about their respective views on Chinese food.

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