Chapter 784: Hell's Kitchen God
The sunset glowing in the sky became more and more spectacular, but Linyin was in no mood to appreciate the beauty at all.
She had an immature idea, which was to take control of the entire Jingu family as soon as possible to avoid becoming Vincent's enemy in the future.
"Rinyin—" Hermione waved her hand in front of her eyes, "What are you thinking about? We are going back to the ground, are you coming with us?"
"Oh, okay." Linyin came back to her senses and secretly glanced at Vincent who was standing on the hanging basket.
She approached Hermione mysteriously and spoke in a low voice, "I knew you would be together, but have you ever thought about the future?"
"Have."
"Then you're not worried?"
Hermione looked at Vincent who was waiting patiently for her, a happy smile on her face.
"Rinyin, have you let go of Kenny?"
Linyin took a deep breath and nodded slightly, "Now I finally understand how stupid I was before. That guy was just a passer-by in my life."
Hermione looked away and looked into her eyes very seriously. "When you really like someone, you won't let it go as easily as you did with Kenny."
Linyin smiled bitterly and shook her head, "I don't have the courage to give it a try, nor do I have your firm determination."
She hugged Hermione gently, "I wish you happiness."
"Thank you. I also hope you can meet someone you really like soon."
"Yeah." Linyin loosened her hands and pushed Hermione in front of Vincent.
"I plan to stay here for a while and not disturb your world of two."
Vincent wanted to say a few polite words, but Hermione stood on the hanging basket and took his hand.
"Let's go, Rinyin isn't in a good mood right now."
He had no interest in eavesdropping on the girls' conversation, but he could roughly guess what they had just said.
Either talk about gossip or talk about emotional issues.
I had originally planned to invite her to a dinner for three of us, but since she wasn't in a good mood, let's wait until next time.
Vincent hugged Hermione tightly and jumped onto the rainbow-colored hot air balloon in front.
Rin watched their hot air balloon slowly descend, then turned to look at the gradually fading sunset in the sky.
In fact, it’s good to be alone. You can do whatever you want without having to consider other people’s feelings.
She faced the setting sun, closed her eyes and felt the tranquility of the moment.
This may be the last time I act willfully.
After taking over the Jingu family's business, I probably won't even have time to travel, let alone be as free as I am now.
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It was almost 7pm when Vincent and Hermione returned to the surface.
The whole team was amazed at his precise landing, which was even more professional than that of a professional hot air balloon pilot.
“Maybe I’m more talented.”
Everyone watched the two men walk towards the royal blue Bugatti with doubt.
It is rare to find a rich second generation who is humble, polite and approachable. He even has rare gifts and talents.
What kind of supercar would such a person design?
The team leader, holding a small suitcase filled with British pounds, looked at the royal blue Bugatti that was gradually moving away.
They believe that the Bugatti factory will be able to create a new speed myth in the future.
Of course, Vincent in the car had no idea what they were thinking.
He was considering where he and Hermione should go for dinner.
I'm not familiar with Bristol, so I'd better go back to London first.
More than half an hour later, the royal blue Bugatti drove into the center of London.
Even though it was almost 8 o'clock, the restaurants on both sides of the street were still doing booming business.
Vincent drove slowly, "Shall we have French food?"
"Okay." Hermione looked out the window expectantly.
Dinner should be more formal and have a sense of ceremony.
Although a romantic candlelight dinner may be tacky, no girl can resist flowers, candles, champagne and delicious food.
"Eggplant Restaurant?" Vincent looked at the restaurant with a strange name.
Judging from the decoration style, it looks like a French restaurant, but I don’t know if the taste is authentic.
Hermione also looked towards the restaurant, "What a strange name, but it's easy to remember."
Seeing that she seemed very interested, Vincent parked the car next to the entrance of the restaurant.
"Wait for me a moment."
After getting off the car, he walked into the restaurant. The environment inside was very consistent with the name, with the main color being light purple.
A waiter came forward and asked, "Sir, do you have a reservation?"
“No.” Vincent took out his father’s credit card from his wallet, “But I have this.”
The waiter maintained a polite and decent smile, "OK sir, do you need anything arranged?"
"I hope you can prepare a romantic candlelight dinner for me."
With the help of his cash ability, the tall and thin lobby manager walked over quickly.
"Sir, do you have any requirements for the table setting?"
Vincent shook his head slightly, "Just do it as normal, but I'm more concerned about the taste of the food."
The lobby manager winked at the waiter and said, "Sir, you have come to the right place. The chef of our restaurant has worked in many famous hotels in France."
Vincent followed him to the second floor doubtfully.
The view here is dimmer than on the first floor, but the space is much more spacious. There are three dining tables in total, but only one is occupied.
"Sir, please follow me. This is the best seat in our restaurant."
Close to the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the view is quite broad, and the huge crystal chandelier reflects the sparkling stars. It is indeed a good location.
Vincent was very satisfied.
Just then, the restaurant chef came over led by the waiter.
"Good evening sir, I'm Gordon Ramsay, the chef at Aubergine."
Vincent always felt that his name sounded very familiar, and after looking at him carefully for a few times, he recognized the chef in front of him who had a great background.
It is well known that French restaurants in London are very popular.
Although British cuisine is not very good, British chefs still know a lot about French cuisine.
Before Vincent traveled to this world, there was a world-famous British chef.
He is the first Scotsman to be awarded the title of "Three Michelin Star Chef" and has appeared in numerous food shows that have hit the charts.
But what he is most famous for is not his cooking skills, nor his demanding pursuit of near-perfect dishes, but rather his hot temper in the kitchen and his characteristic sharp tongue with a British accent.
"Why is the hen allowed to cross the road? Because you didn't fucking cook it!"
"You have so much oil that the fucking United States is coming to steal it from you!"
"This fish is so fertile that it's still looking for its son!"
Many famous scenes flashed through Vincent’s mind. It was really addictive to listen to Goudan—Gordon swearing.
The chef of this restaurant with a strange name is actually the God of Hell's Kitchen. His luck is really too good.
It’s only 1994, so we still have to wait a few more years before the future hit Hell’s Kitchen comes out.
"Good evening, Chef Ramsay, I'm Vincent, Vincent Wayne."
Gordon smiled and shook his hand. "Mr. Wayne, I heard that you care a lot about the taste of food?"
"Yes, Chef Ramsay." Vincent suppressed his excitement.
"I've tried so many authentic French dishes, I hope to have something unique and innovative tonight."
Gordon frowned slightly, then smiled again. "I understand, Mr. Wayne. I promise you and your partner will have a perfect dinner."
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