Extraordinary Genius

After Paul went out, Feng Yu only let the waiter serve the more normal dishes, such as field chicken, snake spoon, yellow meal, crab, shrimp and so on. After the bugs were removed, Feng Yu's index finger moved, and Fu Guangzheng and Fu Guangwei ate something together. A lot of dishes just now, they all look alike.

But Kirilenko almost didn't move the chopsticks. One was that he was very full before, and the other, he had eaten all these things, and it didn't feel fresh.

When they're done eating, Paul? Alan didn't come back either. Feng Yu sent someone out to ask, Paul? Alan is back in the car, waiting to go back to the hotel to rest.

When they finished eating, Kirilenko and Feng Yu all deliberately carried a string of roasted silkworms and ate them as they walked.

Open the door, Paul? When Alan saw this, he threw up again!

Feng Yu also asked, "Paul, what's wrong with you? Are you sick in your stomach? I'll let them make you a bowl of medicine. It's curable. It tastes good. There's only five insects in it. ”

Ouch ~ ~

Paul Allen threw up more ferociously. The water he just drank, he threw up, and he waved at Feng Woo in panic.

“Alas, it seems Paul's body can't continue to be inspected in the factory this afternoon. Take him back to the hotel and we'll keep checking tomorrow. ”

Wait for Paul? Ellen's car went away first, and Feng Yu and they both laughed with joy.

But that's it? Of course not!

Paul Allen went back to the hotel, lay in bed, and looked impotent. He didn't eat anything at noon, he even threw up the water he drank in, he felt very weak, but he had no appetite.

In the evening, he finally calmed down and asked the hotel to bring some food, all vegetarian dishes, and a piece of bread.

Standing in the window, Paul bites the bread badly, but bows his head and sees a skyscraper lying outside the window sill.

Ouch ~ ~ ~

Well, dinner won't last either.

Kirilenko, who drank three whips that night, went out with Fu Guangwei to have some fun, and Feng Yu negotiated with Hang Yongping in his room. Will you hire Paul tomorrow? What does Allen eat? He won't dare come here again for the rest of his life!

See Paul the next day? When Alan was there, his face was ugly, as if there was no blood on it, and that black painted eye bag, like a blood-skinned vampire in a terrific movie.

Today, Paul? Alan wasn't looking for trouble. I don't know if he's losing his mind or if he's afraid.

And at noon, he grinned, “Mr. Allen, you're not used to bugs, are you? Then why didn't you say it yesterday? Let's go eat something else today and make sure there are no bugs! ”

Paul Allen clicked on his eyes, and he wanted to strangle himself. Yeah, why didn't I say it yesterday? Why?

He asked the translator yesterday, and there are a lot of people eating this in Huaxia, and it is really high nutritional value, and Feng Yu really didn't lie to him. And Feng Yu and the others are eating, didn't they really mean to screw him?

He also heard the translator say that there should be crabs, shrimp, snails and all that, not all of them little crawlers. He knew he should have served those dishes first, crabs and shrimp. He could still eat them, even if they were snakes.

We're out of bugs today. That should do it, right?

“Well, let's not drink at noon, shall we? ”

Cut Yongping's face with regret: “I bought some good wine again. Are you sure you don't want to try it? ”

Paul Allen's head shakes like a wave drum. No, definitely not!

“It's okay to eat some food and drink some regular white wine. ”

Going to the suburbs again, Paul? Alan has a bad feeling. But thinking about breaking the promise given to him, there was absolutely no bug, and he relaxed a lot.

Of course there are no bugs this time, but will the same thing get Paul? Alan will never forget!

“Paul, try this dish, stir-fry bamboo rats, a rat living in the bamboo forest, with a particularly tender taste. ”

Paul Allen, open your eyes. Rats can eat too?!

Has Huaxia gone mad? Do you want to eat everything? Is it bad to eat beef or chicken? Even pork.

“Aren't you going to eat this? ”

Paul this time? Alan's not polite anymore. Just shake your head. I'm not eating this! And then ask, there's no chicken.

“Chicken? Yes, waiter. Is the chicken stewed yet? All right, just bring it up. ”

A brick can, Paul? Alan, at first glance, this is chicken soup. Chinese chicken soup tastes really good.

But when the tile can opened, he almost threw up.

What's that smell? It's stinking!

“Paul, come on, have some soup, then chicken, this chicken tastes really good.” Feng Yu served a bowl of stinking tofu stewed chicken to Paul? Alan.

Paul Allen seems to see a skull rising from a bowl of chicken soup.

Kirilenko, who had already eaten stinky tofu, was not ambiguous. She stuck a piece of chicken in her mouth and ate it beautifully. This stuff, asking if it tastes disgusting, but it tastes really good and has an infinite taste!

“No fish or something? ”

“Fish, ready, I know you Americans don't eat freshwater fish, so let them prepare seafood, squid, you eat? ”

Paul Allen nodded, squid can't say it was fish, but he ate it.

But while the squid is still twisting, Paul? Alan felt like he was going crazy. Forget it, it's still alive!

“Paul, this was meant for you. Chef, show me how to eat this dish. ”

The cook did not hesitate to pinch a live squid, dip it in, and eat it in his mouth a little bit, looking very delicious.

Feng Yu doesn't eat anyway, squid he still likes to cook. But he's still passionate about Paul? Alan, try it. It's for you.

“Feng, I have a very good appetite today. Do you have vegetarian or fruit or something?” Vegetarian and fruit, there will never be a living one!

“Yes, waitress, don't you hear, vegetarian and fruit. ”

A plate of tofu with green hair came up, Paul didn't dare move, and Feng Yu and they were very happy. Mao tofu in Kawafu, taste thief!

A plate of green vegetables that looked fine. He forked a lot with a fork this time. He took a bite and almost threw it up. What is this? It's too bitter!

Feng Yu eats very high skins. I didn't expect to have a mother-in-law in Yangcheng.

That dark thing, they said it was made of eggs, Paul didn't even dare to stretch the spoon this time, still waiting for the fruit, is the fruit going to be okay?

But when a plate of durian came up, Paul rushed out of the compartment, and the smell made him unbearable!

Feng Yu pointed to Durian and greeted him: "Come on, let's all have a piece and chat with Paul in the afternoon. ”

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