I am not just a tycoon-Chapter 386 - 300 Xiaorou and Xiaoxue_2

Chapter 386: Chapter 300 Xiaorou and Xiaoxue_2

“It’s not us taking a bath here, it’s me taking a bath inside.”

Shen Yuan could already picture the scene, “When the time comes, I’ll just be lying in the bathtub, and you’ll be dressed up as an ancient maidservant, kneeling on the stool with a towel, calling me ‘master’ while scrubbing my back.”

“You wish!” Fang Minhui retorted. “Obviously, it should be you scrubbing my back.”

Fang Minhui snorted, “By that time I’ll be lying in the bathtub, and you’ll be dressed up as an ancient servant, kneeling on the floor with a towel, asking ‘Miss, is the water temperature okay?’ while you scrub my back.”

“I can understand your fantasies, but at least I let you kneel on a stool, what gives you the right to make me kneel on the cold floor?”

Fang Minhui responded seriously, “Because you’re tall, if you kneel on the stool, it won’t be easy to scrub my back.”

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“Hehe.”

Shen Yuan rarely brought Fang Minhui out to have fun, and was feeling somewhat guilty about the “restroom battle” on the plane. But now, that guilt had completely dissipated, and he even regretted not having another round with Li Mengduo.

Let old Daddy Yuan kneel on the floor to give her a bath?

Look at this, are these even human words?

Getting Ella to arrange a high-quality masseuse tonight is fine, the class belle isn’t worth it!

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Full of excitement, Fang Minhui strolled around again, then tidied up the luggage a bit, and soon it was time for dinner.

The custom-made dinner was user-friendly, featuring a link sent by Ella, where you could choose your dining time and select your own cuisine, including Chinese dishes, as well as French, Thai, Indian, Japanese, and more.

The two chose 6 pm for their mealtime, then selected French cuisine.

Shen Yuan had no interest in foreign cooking, but considering the class belle wanted to try something new, he let her decide.

Around 5:20 pm, two blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigners in black chef outfits knocked on the door and entered.

They carried numerous ingredients, and both were a bit portly. The leading chef who had a lush beard, greeted them with a warm smile, “hey, bro, *&%￥%=*#…..”

Shen Yuan only understood the first two words and turned to Fang Minhui, “What did he say after that?”

Fang Minhui’s face flushed, “I didn’t understand either.”

Shen Yuan gave her a glance, “Aren’t you supposed to have passed the sixth level of English?”

“Exams are exams, communication is communication.”

“…”

Seeing that they didn’t understand, the foreigner paused, then spoke intermittently, “Li hao, Shen xianshen, my name is Brooke, I’m the French cuisine chef at Waldorf, this is my assistant, Harry.”

“Hello, then please begin.”

The foreigners’ Chinese was awkward, Shen Yuan could barely understand, thinking they really needed to put more effort, living in China with this level of Chinese clearly wasn’t enough.

The Chinese language is profound and extensive, once they get the hang of it, they’ll have a lot of fun.

Brooke and Harry had poor Chinese, but once they entered the kitchen, they got very efficient. Apparently, they were often cooking in this suite for leaders from various countries, so they quickly set up the kitchen and took out the utensils and ingredients.

The kitchen was an open plan, and Shen Yuan sat at the dining table watching the two foreigners cook — watching skilled chefs was like watching a stream of short videos, quite addictive.

Brooke skillfully took out a frog, expertly slaughtered it, skinned it, chopped it into small pieces, then sprinkled some seasoning that Shen Yuan didn’t recognize and began marinating it. Despite the simplicity, Shen Yuan found it thoroughly pleasing to watch.

Brooke explained while working, “This is today’s appetizer, bean leaf sauce with frog legs. In France, the most primitive way to eat this dish is with your hands, but when in Rome, do as the Romans do. You can enjoy it any way you like.”

“Brooke,”

Shen Yuan called out to him.

Brooke looked up, “What can I do for you, Shen xianshen?”

Shen Yuan smiled slightly, “Just focus on cooking, no need to explain it to me.”

Brooke naively scratched his chef hat, “Okay, okay, I know my Chinese isn’t good.”

Brooke looked quite the professional chef when silent, but his attempt at Chinese disrupted the fluid beauty of his cooking.

After Brooke fell silent, Fang Minhui began to explain, “French cuisine emphasizes fresh, high-quality ingredients, hence everything is killed and prepared on the spot. Their dishes are characterized by a balanced flavor, like the combination of sweet, sour, salty and bitter, as well as exquisite presentation.”

“Moreover, even the pairing of food and wine is sophisticated, with different wines matched with different dishes.”

While observing Brooke cooking, Shen Yuan asked carelessly, “How do you know so much?”

Fang Minhui lit up her phone screen in front of him, “Baidu Encyclopedia, your comprehensive guide to life.”

“Hehe.”

Shen Yuan chuckled, “Hui Babe, I’ve suddenly realized you are quite something. Your English is subpar, having passed Level 6 but unable to communicate with foreigners, and your knowledge is insufficient, resorting to Baidu for such things.”

“Hehe, Yuan Babe, your PUA tactics are ineffective on me.”

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While Shen Yuan PUA’d the class belle, he also enjoyed watching Brooke cook, until 5:59 pm when Harry finally brought out the appetizer.

It was the one Brooke had mentioned earlier, bean leaf sauce with frog legs.

The presentation was indeed exquisite, with the rim of the plate garnished with cherry tomatoes and other vegetables, and in the center were the well-fried frog legs, bedding a layer of bean leaf sauce that seemed like mustard.