Chapter 779 The Evil Money Power
Authentic white-cut chicken is not boiled but soaked in hot soup.
After soaking in ice water, the chicken's subcutaneous fat will become like jelly.
The skin is crispy and the meat is smooth, and it doesn't even need any seasoning.
Vincent skillfully used chopsticks to pick up the most tender chicken thighs and put them into Hermione's bowl.
She picked it up with chopsticks just as skillfully and took a small bite.
Fresh, refreshing and with a long aftertaste.
The proprietress came out of the kitchen carrying blanched Chinese cabbage and two bowls of rice, and was surprised again that both of them could use chopsticks fluently.
"We often eat hotpot with classmates at school."
"So this is ah."
There are generally quite a few Chinese students studying in British universities, and this young couple must have learned their knowledge of Chinese cuisine from them.
It’s great to have a sweet college campus romance.
When she returned to the kitchen and saw her husband concentrating on cooking the soup, she suddenly laughed as if she remembered something funny.
The shop owner was puzzled again.
Moody, probably menopause.
Vincent outside tasted the choy sum.
There was no big problem with the seasoning, but the taste was just like boiled chicken, which was very different from what I remembered.
After all, the climates of the two countries are so different that even the same varieties can have different tastes.
But the seasoning was impeccable and the rice grains were crystal clear and plump, not the Indian rice that is common in the UK.
Hermione had been keeping an eye on Vincent.
He knows so much about Chinese food, he must like it very much.
It seems necessary to find a cooking class and learn it well during the summer vacation.
"The ribs are here." The proprietress placed the freshly steamed ribs on the table for two people.
Simply marinated, seasoned and steamed, this dish made Hermione more determined to find a Chinese cooking class.
Not long after, the stew arrived.
Since it was freshly cooked, it arrived quite late.
Mung bean and pigeon soup can clear away heat and relieve summer heat, which is very suitable for the current season.
Hermione put down the empty bowl and looked at Vincent with a happy face.
The fact that he considered this proved that his relationship with me was not just for fun.
That’s right, if he was the kind of fickle person, she wouldn’t have liked him for so many years.
"Would you like another bowl?"
"want."
The shop owner came out of the kitchen after finishing his work and saw the intimate behavior of the young couple. He then looked at his wife with a smile on her face, and suddenly he realized something.
He is a bit careless, but he is not a blockhead who knows nothing.
I should prepare some surprises while I have some free time in the afternoon.
Hermione gave this authentic Cantonese Chinese meal a full score.
She lowered her head and glanced at her slightly bulging belly. "Why don't we just walk around here first instead of driving to Graffiti Street?"
Sitting after a meal will easily accumulate fat, and she ate two bowls of high-carb rice for this meal. Walking properly can not only promote digestion, but also promote blood circulation.
Of course Vincent knew what she was worried about.
Girls in love always pay special attention to their appearance and figure. In serious cases, they may even become inferior and anxious, becoming more worried about gains and losses.
As a boyfriend, you should never bring it up to her. It’s best to use actions to show that you don’t care.
"Okay, the market is not far from St. Nicholas Church, let's go over there and take a look."
Vincent looked at the lady boss at the cashier counter and said, "Please come over here, we need to check out."
Three dishes, one soup and five bowls of rice cost a total of 80 pounds.
The higher prices are very reasonable for such authentic Chinese food in the UK.
Vincent pulled a credit card from his wallet and said, "Plus the tip."
Seeing that he was generous, the proprietress did not refuse his kindness.
The service charge included in the bill in the UK is actually a tip, but the British generally do not have the habit of paying tips separately.
After paying the bill, Vincent took Hermione's hand and walked out of the restaurant.
The card belonged to Eric, so he swiped it without any psychological pressure.
The two continued walking towards the market.
When you come to the other side of the stone bridge, you can see a Gothic building, which is St. Nicholas Church.
But unfortunately, the church is not open to the public today.
“What a pity…”
A voice in Japanese suddenly came from behind the two people standing in front of the closed door.
Vincent and Hermione looked at each other and turned back at the same time in tacit understanding.
Rin, dressed in cool clothes, was looking down at the travel guide in her hand.
"Shuada!" She slammed the compass shut, completely unaware of the young couple in front of her, and walked quickly towards the closed door.
"Knock Knock Knock-"
Soon after knocking on the door, a priest opened it.
I don’t know what Linyin said to him, but after a few words she walked into the church smoothly.
Vincent shook his head and sighed, "Damn money power."
Hermione shook his big hand in return, "Let's go to Graffiti Street."
She said she was going to take a walk after dinner, but she walked quite fast.
Back on the road, they both saw the burgundy GT-R next to the rear of the Bugatti.
Vincent was about to open the car door for Hermione, but she had already sat down and fastened her seat belt.
The sense of crisis is becoming more and more serious.
He quietly took off the watch that Rinyin had given him before getting into the car.
Hermione noticed the moment he put his hands on the steering wheel.
Her good mood returned and a sweet smile appeared on her face.
When it comes to graffiti streets in Europe, Berlin is undoubtedly the first, and Bristol can be called the second.
They drove to the underground parking lot in the city center and attracted countless eyes again when they got out.
When I was driving down the street just now, I saw through the car window a lot of huge graffiti covering an entire wall.
Now that they were there in person, they were shocked once again.
Walking along the streets here is like walking on a huge canvas.
The walls covered with graffiti were covered with a thick layer of paint and spray paint, which seemed to have been covered over and over again.
Vincent pointed to a spray paint shop in the distance and asked, "Should we leave a piece of work behind?"
"Yes." Hermione's eyes sparkled.
Although I don’t know when it will be covered, it is undoubtedly a precious memory.
It wasn't long before Vincent bought a large box of spray paint from the store.
He held the box and looked for a suitable place with Hermione, and finally chose a single-story cottage with relatively empty space around.
The main reason is that the giant octopus on the wall is too ugly and does not reflect Mr. Ke’s dominance at all.
Hermione picked up a bottle of black spray paint from the box and looked up at the roof of the cabin, "There should be a ladder nearby, right?"
Vincent squatted down in front of her and patted his shoulder. "This is much more useful than a ladder."
Hermione blushed as she untied the straps of her high heels and carefully stepped onto his shoulders.
Vincent immediately grabbed her calf and said, "Are you standing firm? I'm going to get up."
"Wait a minute." Hermione swayed, struggling to keep her balance.
The tingling sensation from her calves made her feel soft all over. She had never experienced such intimate physical contact before.
Take a deep breath and calm down.
Vincent is her boyfriend now, and there will definitely be many more intimate contacts in the future.
After about two or three minutes, Hermione finally got used to it.
"You can get up now."
Vincent grabbed her calf and slowly stood up.
Very stable and safe.
When he stood up, Hermione was just able to face the roof of the hut.
Hermione shook the spray paint in her hand and stared at the ugly, giant octopus in front of her.
What should I draw?
She recalled the scene when they first met on the train and suddenly burst out laughing.
Vincent felt a slight shake, but didn't dare to look up. "What's wrong?"
"It's okay. I've figured out what to draw."
Hermione, standing on his shoulder, raised the spray paint in her hand and covered the big, ugly octopus bit by bit.
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