Chapter 3512: Steak Tartare

"He is a distant cousin of mine!"

Speaking of this, Lin Lu suddenly discovered that she still didn't know what was called midweek.

But Zhou Zhong directly corrected him on the sidelines: "I am Lin Lu's husband, my name is Zhou Zhong."

Lin Lu was dumbfounded on the spot. I didn't expect that this guy in Midweek would dare to talk nonsense. She had clearly told Midweek not to talk nonsense, but Midweek was still talking nonsense in front of Fang Zhiming.

Sure enough, Fang Zhiming's face immediately became gloomy.

He saw that Lin Lu hadn't been a day or two, and he thought that taking advantage of the crisis in Lin Lu's company, he would help out and win Lin Lu's heart. Unexpectedly, a soil bun who didn't know the height of the sky appeared.

"Lulu, is he kidding me?"

Fang Zhiming asked Lin Lu amusedly, just like that stuffed bun in the middle of the week, can Lin Lu look at him?

Lin Lu was also quite embarrassed and said, "Yes, I just like to joke in midweek."

But in the middle of the week, he said very seriously: "I'm not kidding, you are my wife."

Fang Zhiming's eyes flashed with anger, and he warned Zhou Zhong in a cold voice: "Boy, you can eat anything, but you can't talk nonsense. There is a word that says evil comes out of your mouth!"

Fang Zhiming's words already carried a very obvious threat.

However, Mr. Zhou is not used to his problems at all, so he directly said: "I also know that there is a saying, telling the dog to take the mouse to be nosy. I am Lin Lu's husband, what are you screaming around? Does it matter to you? ?"

"Are you going to eat this rice? If you don't eat it, Lulu and I will go somewhere else to eat."

Seeing that I had been sitting for a long time in the middle of the week, and not serving food, he said very dissatisfied.

Fang Zhiming sneered with a sinister color in his eyes.

You **** really knows how to live and die, and fight against Lao Tzu. Today, Lao Tzu made you feel ashamed and let Li Lu see the gap between us.

Thinking of this, Fang Zhiming was happy. If he and Lin Lu were eating, it seemed that there would be fewer opportunities to show his excellence.

But now that there is such a small bun, when the two are compared together, as long as they are not fools, they can see who is good and who is bad, and how to choose.

So Fang Zhiming directly shouted to the waiter on the side: "Waiter, bring the menu."

The waiter stepped forward and handed the menu to several people respectfully.

"This French restaurant is the best western restaurant in Suzhou. Even the menu is pure French."

Fang Zhiming flipped through the menu while talking, looking very seriously, as if he could read French.

Picking up the menu in the middle of the week was completely dumbfounded.

"I don't understand what is painted on this," Zhou Zhong said unhappy.

Fang Shiming suddenly sneered, and said contemptuously: "It's a bag of soil. It's in French, haven't you seen it? Don't you want to eat. Then you can order by yourself. You can eat whatever you can order. Don't order. A table of water to drink."

Fang Zhiming laughed at Midweek after finishing talking.

Lin Lu and her two girlfriends were also a little embarrassed at this time, because they didn't know French, and French was a relatively small language. Especially Fang Zhiming's words made the three women feel a little unhappy.

Fang Zhiming was mocking the middle of the week, but they didn't understand French, didn't Fang Zhiming even mock them together.

As if seeing the unhappiness in the color of the three goddesses, Fang Zhiming also reacted and immediately smiled and said to the three women: "Lulu. There are two other beauties. You can tell me what you want to eat, and I will order for you. meal."

At this time, he threw the menu directly to the waiter in the middle of the week, and said to the waiter: "Go and change me a Chinese menu."

Without waiting for the waiter to speak, Fang Zhiming immediately pointed to the middle of the week and ridiculed: "You stupid, you asked for a Chinese menu in a French restaurant. Are you ashamed? Would such a high-end restaurant prepare a Chinese menu for you?"

Zhou Zhong said with a serious face: "This is Hua Guo, no matter what kind of meal he is, he must prepare a Chinese menu when he arrives in Hua Guo!"

"Hehe, it's ridiculous, why do people prepare a Chinese menu? Do you really think that French restaurants care about you as a Chinese?" Fang Zhiming said disdainfully.

However, the waiter on the side looked at Fang Zhiming in embarrassment, and then whispered: "Sir, our restaurant offers Chinese menus."

Speaking of the waiter, he went to the side and got a Chinese menu in midweek.

Now it's Fang Zhiming's turn to be dumbfounded, this restaurant actually has a Chinese menu?

Taking the menu in the middle of the week, he said with a smile: "It's still comfortable in Chinese, and it's clear at a glance."

"I want this, this, and this, and I'll have more of these." After I ordered several times on the menu in the middle of the week, the waiter quickly took notes next to it.

After ordering for a while, in the middle of the week, he looked up and found that Fang Zhiming was holding the menu there. He didn't order a few dishes for a long time. Suddenly asked in midweek: "You don't know French, do you?"

The three women also looked at Fang Zhiming. Fang Zhiming suddenly became angry and said: "Of course I know French, but there is something wrong with this menu."

"Waiter, you can change a menu for me!"

The waiter asked puzzledly: "Sir, do you want to change the French menu or the Chinese menu?"

Fang Zhiming was so angry that he almost jumped up and beat the waiter. Do you have to force me to change the Chinese menu? Don't you have any insight?

Complaint, I will complain to you after the meal!

Seeing that Fang Zhiming's eyes were about to burst into flames, the waiter immediately understood, and then walked aside and gave him a Chinese menu.

Fang Zhiming was very proud now, pointing to the dishes on the menu, and constantly introducing Lin Lu to the third daughter, as if he had eaten all the dishes here, very familiar.

"This steak looks good. I've eaten it before. How about Lulu?"

Lin Lu glanced at it. The dish Fang Zhiming said was called steak tartare. Yu Shuang and Tang Jing both nodded, listening to Fang Zhiming's suggestion and ordered this steak.

Lin Lu just wanted to nod her head to agree, but Zhou Zhong said to the side: "Wife, don't order that steak, that steak cannot be eaten."

Fang Zhiming suddenly said with contempt: "What do you know about you, a bun? I have eaten this steak. It is very delicious. I can eat two or three servings!"

In the middle of the week, he looked at Fang Zhiming and asked like an idiot, "Are you sure you can eat two or three servings?"

"Of course, you know a fart, do you know what Western food is? Have you ever eaten steak?" Fang Zhiming humiliated Zhou Zhong with disdain.

Yu Shuang and Tang Jing also joined in and mocked Midweek: "What do you know about western food in midweek? The western food that people eat less often is more than the rice you have eaten. You and Fang Xiao Discussing Western food, isn’t that self-infuriating?"

Zhou Zhong laughed, pointed directly at Fang Zhiming and said to the waiter next to him: "You will serve him three steak tartares."

Lin Lu didn't know why. He hated midweek at first, but now he thought there was something wrong with steak tartare, so he ordered a very ordinary sirloin steak.

Seeing that Lin Lu did not choose steak tartare after hearing what he said in the middle of the week, Fang Zhiming was very angry. He gritted his teeth and said, "You can eat a stuffed bun. I'll take a look later. You ordered a bunch of things. Tattered stuff!"

The waiter started serving the dishes soon.