I learned that the cook's ancestors were also from the heart of the Saigon Plateau. They later went to Lathu to do business, opened a restaurant, and then fell in love with a Han Chinese girl before leaving Saigon.
But his Han Chinese wife loved Saigon cuisine.
Upon hearing this, Shen Shixun asked with a smile, "Is she used to the food?"
"She loves to eat raw beef and raw lamb."
"real?"
People from outside don't really accept Saigon's food, so this is quite rare. The cook nodded, "She really likes it. You can ask your beautiful wife to try it."
"She doesn't like it, she's spoiled,"
"She'll like it; I can tell she likes you a lot."
Shen Shixun looked at Xiang Nanzhi. Her love was passionate and undisguised. Xiang Nanzhi was completely confused by their language. It reminded her of when she was rescued in Saigon and taken to a tent on the grassland. When she woke up, she found that everyone was speaking a language she couldn't understand.
That feeling of bewilderment and tension came over me immediately.
What are you talking about?
He said you are very beautiful.
Xiang Nanzhi smiled at him shyly, "Anything else?"
"He said he's a great cook, so you should eat more later."
The Saigon chef understood what Shen Shixun said, looked at Xiang Nanzhi, and then at Shen Shixun, "My cooking is very good, you will like it."
"Thank you, you've worked hard."
After chatting for a while, Xiang Nanzhi felt that the kitchen was dirty, so he pulled Shen Shixun to sit outside.
She asked the nanny to brew some herbal tea and handed a cup to Shen Shixun. There were a few roses outside and a large patch of hydrangeas around it. Xiang Nanzhi suddenly had a thought, "Shen Shixun, do they have cherries in Saigon?"
"No."
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