"So tasting Italian cuisine is an extremely exquisite art. First of all, you must carefully browse the orthodox Italian menu. Of course, the orthodox Italian menu is all Italian and you can't understand it, so I'll introduce it," Zhao Feng continued to say proudly, "I have been here several times in the past few days after I returned to China. Overall, it's not bad, like the veal slices in him..."

"Veal slices, thank you." Lin Shaoqiu hinted that the waiter should write it down quickly.

Zhao Feng glanced at Lin Shaoqiu, and didn't care. He continued to express himself in front of Yao Zhenzhen: "Veal slices, fresh meat plates, wonton soup, salads, orthodox pasta, Italian fried rice, gnocchi, Milan veal tibia, ham cheese steak, red stewed white bean tripe, vegetable grilled quail, spice grilled lamb chops, tomato sauce sea bass, tiramisu... are all pretty good."

Zhao Feng said more than twenty famous Italian dishes in one breath, asking Lin Shaoqiu to tell the waiter to write down one by one, then quickly place an order, and signaled the waiter to give three servings each, ordering more than sixty dishes in total.

When Ying Sheng heard this, he was sweating profusely. How could three people order seventy dishes? Is it enough to finish eating? He looked at Lin Shaoqiu hesitantly and said, "Sir, this..."

"Customers are God. Do you know what God is? You just do whatever you want. No one can take care of it. Hurry up, young man, you have a future." Lin Shaoqiu laughed.

One of the two waiters left, but Zhao Feng didn't notice it. He was still talking and continued to introduce to Lin Shaoqiu and Yao Zhenzhen: "In addition to dishes, a very important part of eating Italian food is wine. As for wine, of course, it cannot be compared with French wines. However, there are many Italian wineries, such as this restaurant. Last time I came to eat, I drank the Medusara wine produced by the authentic Roman Conte Winery. This was specially transported by their boss from Rome…"

"What kind of wine is this Medusara wine? I have never drunk it before. Is it delicious?" Lin Shaoqiu asked very humbly.

"Erguotou is delicious, why don't you drink Erguotou?" Zhao Feng became more and more proud of his words, and he looked contemptuous to Lin Shaoqiu. "If you can drink to this level, you are no longer the taste of wine, but a symbol of identity. Do you understand? The last time I drank the 2001 Medusara wine, I have to have 18,000 bottles. Do you think the 18,000 bottles of wine are the taste of it or the feeling?"

"It feels like it, and I must be drinking it. But such expensive wine should taste good, besides feeling good," Lin Shaoqiu turned to ask the waiter, "Is this wine still there in your cellar?"

The waiter immediately replied: "We airlifted a set of Medusara from 2001 from Conte Winery, each with 7 packs. Last time, this gentleman drank one bottle and six more bottles."

When the waiter heard that he still remembered him, Zhao Feng was so proud that he was about to float up. He thought that there were a few people who could afford to drink 18,000 bottles of wine. If I hadn't consumed a bottle, you would have been selling it for a year or two, and you probably wouldn't be able to sell a bottle.

"There are six bottles left, right? Then... we'll give it to us. We'll drink enough. If six bottles are not enough... we'll call later." Lin Shaoqiu said to the waiter naturally.

"What? Wait... This..." Lin Shaoqiu's sudden reaction shocked Zhao Feng. He put six bottles of expensive wine at one go, making an international joke, and said, "This... there is a lady here. Today we only taste delicious food, not... not drinking."

Yao Zhenzhen thought to herself that Lin Shaoqiu, you dead guy, is too immoral and doesn't even blink. However, she was satisfied with Lin Shaoqiu's performance. She pretended to be aggrieved expression and blinked at Zhao Feng: "Zhao Feng, you don't know how much I drink. I... want to drink today."

Zhao Feng thought that someone had been here for dinner last time, otherwise he would not be willing to order such expensive wine. But now Yao Zhenzhen spoke, and if he wanted to give me an excuse, how could he have no face? How could he fight with the poor worker named Lin on the opposite side, so he made up his mind and gritted his teeth and said to the waiter: "Then open a bottle of Medusara for me..."

"A bottle?" Lin Shaoqiu said in a difficult situation, "What should I do if that is not enough?"

Zhao Feng only felt depressed in his chest, and he felt a little like vomiting blood. His blood-red eyes stared at Lin Shaoqiu with a hideous look and said hatefully: "It's not enough... open again."

"Okay, that's fine, Zhao said just now that you would like to treat this meal today, and order whatever you want to eat and drink whatever you want. I thought you were talking about it, haha, it turns out that I misunderstood you, you are so generous." Lin Shaoqiu smiled and thought that with the alcohol content of him and Yao Zhenzhen, although he had never drunk this Medusara wine, even the 56-degree Nanhai Laojiao can drink more than ten or twenty bottles. It's too pediatric to drink this little foreign wine. Don't you want to pretend to be generous, so today I will let you enjoy it completely.

The expensive wine made Zhao Feng very confused. When the waiter served the dishes, he wanted to give himself a knife and fork to death. He was invisible. He should have been assembled as the main dish of the appetizer, but because Lin Shaoqiu and his friends ordered too many dishes on the table, they could not serve them one by one. They could only serve them one by one like a Manchu and Han chew. Looking at these sixty or seventy dishes, Zhao Feng's heart was bleeding, and he had already soaked the brand suit. Faced with so many delicacies, he had no appetite at all, and his head was completely blank.

Zhao Feng had no appetite, but Lin Shaoqiu had a great appetite. He didn't eat so many delicacies and feasted with pleasure on his face. After the waiter opened the wine, he kept having a drink with Yao Zhenzhen and ignored Zhao Feng, who was considering whether the cash and credit card in his pocket were enough to pay.

Seeing Lin Shaoqiu's appearance of not treating himself as an outsider at all, and talking and laughing with Yao Zhenzhen, Zhao Feng was very depressed. He thought that today I tried my best to make Yao Zhenzhen come to such a romantic restaurant to confess, but you kid have spent so much money in vain. It would be fine if you were slaughtered, but after being slaughtered, he looked at the woman I liked with. How could it not be annoying? Zhao Feng, who has always been gentle, suddenly looked at Lin Shaoqiu, clenched his fists tightly, wondering if he wanted to teach this guy with a thicker face than the city wall some lessons on force?

Zhao Feng believes that an old uncle like Lin Shaoqiu should not be his opponent in terms of physical strength. Although he never fights, he often exercises and is more than enough to beat him up. However, Yao Zhenzhen is the champion of the free fighting in the Nanhai Public Security System. If the fight really starts, will she help the old boy beat me?

Zhao Feng was drinking alone and couldn't decide how to teach Lin Shaoqiu a little bloody lesson.
Chapter completed!