Legendary Road

Chapter 58

The last time Yan Jing came to London was to watch the Champions League final between Dortmund and Bayern Munich. At that time, he was excited but nervous.But this time, he came to London with a completely relaxed mind, especially when he was accompanied by a little fat man who made people laugh from time to time, and he began to thoroughly enjoy the fun of traveling.

The first thing to do when you come to London is to make sure you buy tickets for the game two days later, so Yan Jing took Gotze to the Emirates Stadium by taxi immediately after getting off the plane.

Dusk is coming, today is not a game day, there are not many people around the Emirates Stadium in the light night, Yan Jing swept around the people around the stadium with strange expressions, and asked Gotze to stay where he was and wait for him. Then he leaned forward and asked in a low voice.

"Hey, buddy, do you still have tickets for the game the day after tomorrow? Here are two consecutive numbers."

The other party looked up at Yan Jing, and then looked around the circle with a guilty conscience. He didn't talk nonsense, and said succinctly: "There is a serial number, and the position is very front. Take two tickets for [-] pounds, no bargaining."

Five hundred pounds?This is too bad!

Yan Jing remembered that the most expensive ticket price for Arsenal's Premier League games this season was around 100 pounds. If he bought it, he would definitely be taken advantage of.But when he thought that the person who wanted to be taken advantage of might break his head two days later, he might not be able to, so he still paid for the ticket from the other party with a painful expression on his face.

Returning to the place where Gotze stood stupidly with the ticket, Yan Jing found that the opponent's expression was in a state of entanglement again.

"Mario?"

"Boss..." Gotze raised his head when he heard the sound, and said honestly about his feelings, "I'm hungry."

Looking at the time, it was almost eight o'clock, Yan Jing touched his stomach and felt a little hungry: "Then let's go find a restaurant?"

"But..." Gotze began to worry about another question, "Boss, isn't Britain's food as bad as its weather in the world?"

"..."

Well, Yan Jingde admits that he never thought about this issue before his trip. Although he still doesn’t know how bad the food in the UK is, he just got feedback from his colleagues who returned from business trips in London in the past. Judging from the situation, it is better for him not to try lightly.

"Then let's go to restaurants opened by people from other countries. For example, are you interested in trying Chinese food?"

Chinese food is one of the three major cuisines in the world. Gotze, who had only seen some introductions on TV food programs before, is much more interested in trying Chinese food than British food.He couldn't help swallowing when he thought of the delicious food on TV, "Of course!"

It is not difficult to find the Chinatowns all over the world in London. Yan Jing, who can speak fluent English, confirmed the coordinates after some inquiries, and quickly went there to find A nice looking restaurant.

Most of the people who come to eat in the restaurant are Chinese, and there are also a small number of foreigners. The clerk is warmly greeting the diners, and the shop owner's eyes lit up when he sees Yan Jing coming in - he knows this Chinese!

As a person in London, which has several Premier League teams, it is basically impossible not to be infected by the fanatical football atmosphere here. Almost everyone in the UK who comes to the restaurant has their own support. team, they are keen to discuss everything related to football.

During the UEFA Champions League final and the European Cup, the mysterious "Oriental Wizard" once became the most popular topic in the restaurant. In addition, the protagonist of this story was confirmed by the media to be Chinese, and the shop owner also began to pay attention to Yan Jinglai. Jing became the assistant coach of Dortmund.

Yan Jing picked up the menu on the desktop to browse, but Ge Ce basically couldn't understand the Chinese and English text on it: "Boss, what are there?"

There are many kinds of dishes listed on the menu, and it would be too troublesome to read them one by one to Ge Ce. Yan Jing asked Ge Ce's taste: "Can you eat spicy food? Or do you like something lighter?"

"I have confidence in my stomach!" Gotze vowed to express the small problem of eating spicy food.

So Yan Jing calmly ordered a series of Sichuan dishes with the waiter. At this time, the shop owner had already trotted over with a camera in his hand.

"Sir, you are Yan Jing! Can you take a photo with me?"

Getze, who was still waiting for the food to be served, propped his face and glanced at the rich middle-aged man in front of him. He looked at Yan Jing who couldn't understand Chinese: "Boss, what is he talking about?"

"He said he wanted to take a photo with me..." Yan Jing looked very helpless, no matter how he would be recognized in England, he was just a little assistant coach.

"Boss, you are quite famous." Gotze looked at Yan Jing and nodded to him, then stood up, his eyes rolled away from the other side of the dining table, and he directly stuck to Yan Jing's body.

The warm body temperature of the child passed up, and Yan Jing buried his head to see that Ge Ce, who was leaning on him, had already stretched out his hand to pose for the camera.

Getze met Yan Jing's eyes innocently: "Boss, count me in?"

I really like mixing things up.Yan Jing slapped Getze on the head, and then smiled apologetically at the shop owner: "It's okay if you include this little guy, too?"

The shop owner nodded hurriedly: "Of course, of course!" Then he stopped the passing waitress and handed her the Polaroid camera to take a picture.

The waitress took the camera and pointed it at the three of them. One of the three faces in the camera was obviously out of tune, which made her unconsciously focus on Yan Jing and Gotze.

After a burst of white light, the shop owner happily took the camera and rushed out the photo, only to find that there was only half of his face left in the photo. shop girl.

"Uh, boss, this is a mistake, a mistake. I shook my hands just now." Shameless said that he was lost by male sex just now, and the waiter offered to help them retake the shot, "Let's take another one, I promise not I will shake my hands, boss."

"Huh?" Yan Jing glanced at the photo in the shop owner's hand, "Then can you give us this photo?"

The shop owner stuffed the photo into Yan Jing's hands without thinking much, and said with a smile, "Oh, I'm sorry, I have to trouble you to take another photo."

Gotze couldn't understand what his boss was saying to the middle-aged fat man at all, but when he saw the waiter's camera pointing at them again, he subconsciously made a victorious scissorhands.

This time the waiter did nothing wrong. After the store owner took the photo with satisfaction, Yan Jing and Gotze sat down and studied the photo just now.

"Boss, you just pressed my head again!" Gotze once again protested against Yan Jing's behavior in the photo, "What if I am not tall and Marko laughs at me about my height? It's all you Keep pressing my head, you are responsible for this!"

This is the first time Yan Jing heard of the truth that if you press your head too much, you will not grow taller. He coaxed: "Okay, okay, if you really don't grow taller, Mario, I will be responsible for you."

"Huh?" Gotze squinted, "How can you be responsible?"

Without even thinking about it, Yan Jing said, "Feed you milk and calcium tablets every day. Supplementing calcium will help you grow taller as soon as possible."

"...I'm drinking milk right now." Gotze curled his lips, "Boss, your method is really bad."

Yan Jing laughed twice, and the waiter had already brought up the dishes: "Sir, you ordered Mapo Tofu."

Gotze, who had been starved for a long time, sped up his saliva when he smelled the aroma of mapo tofu, but when he planned to taste it immediately, he found that he couldn't use the two "wooden sticks" in front of him.

Gotze had never used chopsticks before, and he felt awkward how to hold them in his hands. After asking Yan Jing for advice, he began to miss the knives and forks he had been using in the past.

"Boss, are there any knives and forks in this restaurant?"

Generally, Chinese restaurants opened in foreign countries are equipped with knives and forks for foreigners who never know how to use chopsticks, but Yan Jing thought that eating mapo tofu with someone's knife and fork was too much for him. It was funny, so he kindly picked up a piece of steaming tofu with his chopsticks and placed it near the other person's mouth.

"Try it?"

As a foodie, Getze has long been unable to care whether others are feeding him or what. He opened his lips and stretched out his bright red tongue to wrap around the chopsticks around his mouth, sliding the soft tofu into his mouth along the slightly raised tongue.

Yan Jing took the chopsticks out of the opponent's mouth, and took a piece into his own mouth to chew -- well, yes, this taste is quite authentic.

"Mario, what do you think?" Yan Jing glanced at Getce, who looked a little stiff, "Don't you like it?"

It was only at this time that Gotze realized that he really underestimated the spiciness of Chinese food. When the spicy soup attached to the tofu flowed through the taste buds on the tip of his tongue, he could not describe his feeling in words - his tongue was numb. Drop it, okay?

Yan Jing's words made him chew the tofu in his mouth in a hurry, swallow it into his throat with difficulty, and then pretended to be indifferent: "No, the taste is quite good!"

But the sweat on Getze's forehead betrayed him. It's winter now, can he still sweat?Yan Jing finally found out why Royce always likes to bully this little guy, it's so funny to see him trying to be brave.

Yan Jing blinked, and without any kindness, he took another piece of tofu covered with spices and fed it to the person's mouth, and said with a smile: "Just like it, eat more."

"..."

Gotze immediately regretted it. Why did he pretend to be fine just now and say that this damn thing tastes good?Ghosts like this thing that has no other flavors except spicy and spicy!