Lu Qingyu said such bold words in front of everyone, Ye Fan's heart couldn't help but swell with strong love and pity, this girl will always do the most unexpected things, the first to dare to drug him, to offer her chastity, but also to take away Ye Fan's first night, and now she is the first to "propose" to him, under that gentle and shy face, what a fiery heart is hidden!

Next to him, Manager Jim and the clerk looked at the two of them stupidly, and they were also expecting Ye Fan's answer.

"Xiaoyu, I promise you. Looking at her sparkling eyes, Ye Fan smiled and nodded.

"Thank you, thank you, Brother Ye!" Lu Qingyu burst into tears and plunged into his arms, crying with joy.

That's what she wants, a promise, more important than anything material, and priceless.

"Fool, thank you for what......" Ye Fan hugged her gently, raising his hand to wipe away the tears on her cheeks.

Jim and several clerks applauded with satisfaction, and the store burst into applause, and everyone unanimously passed on the good news that was infectious.

Joan of Arc was pulled out by the black clerks laughing, and in the blink of an eye, the saint became a tide girl, which made people's eyes shine.

The robe was gone, replaced by a low-cut skirt with open arms, which appropriately outlined the girl's slender and slender curves, coupled with her long brown chestnut shawl hair, black leather pants, shiny Martin boots, and angry expression, there was a unique spicy taste of an American high school girl.

"Yes, good job, Tu Su, tip!" Ye Fan smiled, and Lu Qingyu escaped from his embrace in a panic and shyness to choose clothes.

Joan of Arc's brown eyes glared at Ye Fan viciously, gritting his teeth and fiercely: "Devil!

"Give in, you're thinking too much!" Ye Fan pouted and smiled: "Do you understand how to experience life?" Uncle brought you here to want you to be a normal person, you see, except for you, everyone here is a normal person, but now it's okay, at least on the surface, you have gotten rid of the old-fashioned, ignorant and outdated. ”

"Bah!" said the little nun with a gloomy face, "I will surely transform you devil!"

"Haha, let's ride a donkey and read the record book, and we'll see!" Ye Fan looked at the time and said with a wicked smile: "It's almost noon, let's find a place to have lunch first!What do you want to eat? Pasta? I forgot to tell you, uncle is the best below, why don't you try Chinese food?"

Joan of Arc turned her face away angrily, she didn't hear the taste of meat in Ye Fan's words, she was still a girl, and her thoughts were too simple.

Turning around, Ye Fan couldn't stop smiling maliciously, and when it came to eating, he had come up with a new way to torture Joan of Arc.

Lu Qingyu picked out her clothes and tried them on a little, she only chose a decent windbreaker, and planned to wear it to attend the Xiangtang Conference.

All the Dior flagship employees took a break from what they were doing to see off their new boss.

"Xiaoyu, let's go to the restaurant in Chinatown. Ye Fan said with a smile: "After coming out for so long, do you miss the taste of your hometown?"

"I often think that in fact, what I miss the most is the food in the big cafeteria of Xinghai College. Lu Qingyu smiled a little embarrassedly.

"Okay, then let's go eat a big pot of rice!" Ye Fan instructed Tu Su: "Find a food stall, the more lively the better!"

Tu Su drove this business car along Washington's Chinatown and found a restaurant that met the requirements.

There are a large number of low-level laborers gathered here, naturally most of them are Chinese, people eat steaming steamed buns, Yangzhou fried rice, all kinds of fast food, groups of three or five, but there is no exquisiteness and pomp, a lively scene of market life.

"Boss, menu!" Ye Fan greeted the shopkeeper, and then sat down with Lu Qingyu and Tu Su successively.

Joan of Arc had a cold little face, but she did not want to sit with him, not because she hated the devil, but because the stool seemed too dirty to her.

Not only that, but there was also a greasy piece on the table, as well as the chopsticks in the bamboo tube, how unclean it looked.

As a saint of the Holy See, Joan of Arc grew up to live a life more strict, conservative, and dogmatic than even the princesses of any country, reaching the extreme of one-size-fits-all, and for eating, she had to use silverware that had been wiped three times, and in the most holy and dustless palace of the Vatican, served by as many as a hundred servants, sitting under spotless crystal chandeliers, and eating alone.

Joan of Arc couldn't stand the noisy scene in front of her, let alone sit down to eat and drink calmly.

"What, you don't like it here?" Ye Fan flipped through the menu and smiled casually: "After this village, there is no such shop, and if you don't eat, you will be hungry." ”

The threat of the enemy, Joan of Arc would not give in easily, glared at him coldly, and still turned his head, unwilling to sit down.

"How about eating hot pot?" Ye Fan ignored her and began to ask Lu Qingyu and Tu Su's opinions.

"Okay, good!" Lu Qingyu happily agreed: "In this kind of weather, eating hot pot is the best way to warm up." ”

Tu Su also nodded and agreed: "I want Sichuan flavor!"

"Ask for land!" Ye Fan laughed in a Sichuan accent, and beckoned to the clerk: "A spicy Sichuan-style hot pot, whatever shabu-shabu you have!

When encountering such a wealthy customer, the proprietress was naturally courteous and personally came out to deliver the drink.

"Yo, why doesn't this little girl sit?" Seeing that everyone was sitting, but Joan of Arc was standing aside, the enthusiastic proprietress said more.

"She had hemorrhoids and couldn't sit. Ye Fan replied with a straight face.

Poof-

Tu Su couldn't help but squirt out as soon as he took a mouthful of Lao Baigan.

"Oh, that's so unfortunate......" The proprietress sighed and walked away with a sympathetic face, looking back at Joan of Arc from time to time. She thought to herself, how could a young girl get hemorrhoids?

Joan of Arc pursed her lips tightly, her fists clenched tightly, and the only resistance she could make in the face of this devil was anger.

The spicy Sichuan fragrant hot pot was served on the table, and seeing Ye Fan pour all the food from the plate into the boiling chili oil, Joan of Arc's eyes were full of shock.

Is this okay? Can you eat these foods when they are poured together? How to eat them?

"Almost, come, open shabu!" After stirring a few times, Ye Fan took the bloody beef from the plate and put it in the boiling juice of the hot pot and soaked it.

It's disgusting! Joan of Arc has never seen such a way to eat, she is simply a primitive person who drinks blood.

In the Holy See, her food is all Western-style meals carefully prepared by the chef, mainly pasta and vegetarian dishes, without meat or meat.

Seeing Ye Fan's eating appearance, Joan of Arc really felt sick in his heart.

What's even more disgusting is that the three of them actually stretched out their chopsticks in a pot, soaking all kinds of so-called "delicacies", eating each other's saliva, and they didn't realize it with relish!

Joan of Arc's little face grew paler and paler, and she couldn't bear to look at her directly.

"Little girl, don't you feel uncomfortable when you don't look good? Try this bowl of soup! The kind proprietress brought out a bowl of clean-looking soup and brought it to Joan of Arc.

"Thank you. Joan of Arc was hungry herself, but she didn't want to sit down and eat the disgusting things, and when she saw that the bowl of crystal clear soup seemed to look good, she accepted it with gratitude.

Ye Fan glanced at her and said with a wicked smile: "What's the matter? I can't help it? This soup is not clean, you dare to drink it?"

Joan of Arc didn't believe him, this bowl of soup must be fine, turned around, deliberately avoided it, scooped a small spoon, and tasted it.

The entrance is refreshing, smooth and mellow, with a unique aroma.

Joan of Arc was indeed hungry, and felt that the taste was quite right, and drank up this bowl of snow clam stewed pears in a few bites.

"Hey, Xiaoyu, do you want to try it? Ask the proprietress to bring a bowl too? This snow clam, together with the bear's paw, monkey's head, and flying dragon, is listed as the four major mountain treasures of Changbai Mountain, and the beauty effect is outstanding......"

Hearing Ye Fan's words, Joan of Arc looked at the bowl in his hand and froze.

"Brother Ye, snow clams...... Is it a frog?" Lu Qingyu frowned, "Forget it, I don't dare to taste it." ”

"No, no, no, it's a forest frog, to be exact, the main ingredient in this bowl of soup is the fallopian tube of the forest frog in Changbai Mountain in Northeast China, commonly known as snow clam oil, which is the elite part of the snow clam. Ye Fan explained seriously.

"Vomit—" The little nun could no longer hold back the churning in her belly, broke the bowl, and rushed out of the restaurant.

The corners of Ye Fan's mouth showed a triumphant smile, but just as he turned his head to watch Joan of Arc run out of the restaurant in a panic, a group of angry young people strode in, just collided with Joan of Arc, and then the little nun screamed and fell to the ground.