Chapter 46 Spicy Chicken Must Be Tasted with Chili Peppers
Pascal was deeply hurt by Xiao Peng and wanted to find a way to fight back. He rolled his eyes and said, "Xiao, you've been in Marseille for quite some time. How come we're the only friends you have? You must be too lonely, aren't you? There are quite a few Chinese people in Marseille too. How come you don't have any Chinese friends?"
Xiao Peng was silent for a moment after hearing this. After a while, he smiled bitterly and said, "Xiao Pa, you know what? It's very difficult for a person to maintain his original heart in an unfamiliar environment."
Pascal didn't understand what Xiao Peng meant, as it seemed like he was answering a question irrelevant to the question.
Xiao Peng smiled bitterly and said, "You know, I used to be a seabed garbage cleaner."
Pascal nodded and said, "Of course I know. It's hard work and little money."
"Too little?" Xiao Peng's eyes widened. "Do you know what I thought when I got my first month's salary? I felt like all the money in the world was in my pocket! I never thought I could make so much money! That month I made 3,400 euros! To me at the time, that was an astronomical figure!"
Pascal was silent. Although he had a bad relationship with his father and his mother had passed away early, she had left him a considerable inheritance. This was also the capital he used to make money on his own when he later turned against his father.
Xiao Peng continued, "Although there are quite a few Chinese people in Marseille, there's a saying that goes, 'Chickens find chickens, ducks find ducks, and turtles find turtles.' It means birds of a feather flock together. Those capable and talented Chinese people may be known to me, but they don't know me. The Chinese people I know are all working hard at the bottom. It's hard to make friends with them!"
Pascal asked, "What do you mean? Is this discrimination?"
Xiao Peng smiled bitterly and shook his head. "What discrimination? ... I was pretty close to the Chinese community in Marseille at the time, and was even a member of the Marseille Chinese Mutual Aid Group. Whenever I had free time, I would drink and chat with everyone to try to find a sense of home."
"Isn't this good?" Pascal was very puzzled after hearing this.
"Then let me teach you another saying: 'Poverty breeds cunning schemes, wealth breeds conscience.' If you lost all your savings playing cards with them in one night and ended up owing over 30,000 euros, you would also stay away from them." Xiao Peng said calmly, "I simply couldn't come up with that much money at the time, and with the interest compounding, it took me over a year to pay it back. During that time, all the people who used to call you brothers and sisters disappeared, and those who didn't disappear were all creditors, each one of them vicious and eager to drive you to death."
"You have such an experience?" Pascal widened his eyes.
Xiao Peng smiled and said, "But now I don't hate them. On the contrary, I am a little grateful to them."
"Be grateful to them? What does it mean? Be grateful to those who hurt you and help you grow?" Pascal asked curiously.
"Why thank them for helping me grow? Have you read too much inspirational quotes?" Xiao Peng raised his voice. "Hurt is hurt. Those who always tell others to be tolerant are definitely not the ones who are hurt! They dug a hole and I jumped in because I had too little self-control! But if they hadn't dug the hole, even if my self-control was poor, I wouldn't have fallen for it! I say I'm grateful to them because I'm grateful for their short-sightedness! If they hadn't been so eager to take action against me, but instead played it safe and continued to maintain a good relationship with me, they would have dug me even more now! Don't let them fall into my hands, or I'll let them know what it means to 'a gentleman's revenge begins early and ends late!'"
Mrs. Derrida smiled and said, “But you can’t deny that you’ve grown after that incident.”
Xiao Peng sighed and said, "I don't want to come to your house covered in blood again for help. I got beaten up a lot during that time!"
"What?" Felix, who was listening to the story, exclaimed, "Is there anyone who can beat you? Is your opponent Thor or the Hulk?"
Felix was clearly a Marvel fan, and he immediately named the two main forces of the Avengers! Xiao Peng was initially pleased, but then suddenly realized something was amiss! Pointing at his nose, he asked Felix, "Do you think I'm a villain?"
Pascal nodded and said, "Even an idiot can tell that this is what Phoenix meant!"
Xiao Peng: "...even delicious food can't stop you from eating!"
Mrs. Derrida sighed after hearing this and said, "Xiao, how can I still eat such delicious Chinese food while you live here? No, you must teach me how to cook all these dishes. Look how much this stubborn old man loves your cooking!"
Xiao Peng was so busy chatting with Pascal that he didn't look at Mr. Derrida. He tilted his head and was startled: "Mr. Derrida, what are you doing?"
It can be seen that Mr. Derrida likes the dishes cooked by Xiao Peng, especially the spicy chicken. He ate half a plate by himself.
The problem is...
He is not eating chicken, but eating chili peppers. What is this?
Spicy chicken, don’t want spicy chicken?
"Eat! The spicy chicken you made is really delicious!" Mr. Derrida said as a matter of course.
Xiao Peng blinked: "Spicy chicken is eaten with chicken, what do you mean by eating chili but not chicken?"
"The chicken was too small and had bones in it, so it wasn't very enjoyable to eat! But the chili peppers were fried fragrant and spicy, and they were really satisfying!" Mr. Derrida gave a thumbs up: "Michelin three-star level!"
Xiao Peng was dumbfounded and didn't know what to say. In the end, he could only give a thumbs up and admit defeat.
You have such a unique taste!
"Actually, you could also dock your boat at La Ciotat," Xiao Peng said. "Such a beautiful yacht would be the most beautiful scenery anywhere. Why don't you just dock it at the Old Port of Marseille?"
Mrs. Derrida sighed and said, "Xiao, you know what? The thing I regret most is buying this yacht."
"Huh?" Xiao Peng was puzzled. "Why? It's spacious, fast, beautiful, and comfortable. I envy your lives! This is what life is all about!"
"Are you sure you're not being sarcastic?" Mrs. Derrida looked at Xiao Peng.
Xiao Peng nodded and said, "Of course!"
Mrs. Derrida smiled bitterly and said, "You only see the surface. Do you know how much it costs to moor my boat in the Old Port of Marseille for a month? One thousand euros!"
Xiao Peng was shocked when he heard this. The mooring fee for his small sailboat there was only 300 euros a month.
Mrs. Derrida said, "That doesn't even include the fuel. 1,500 liters of fuel is only enough for the boat to run for three or four hours. We originally bought this boat with the intention of traveling around the world, but now? Forget traveling around the world, we can't even sail around the Mediterranean. We keep the boat parked all day, not because we love it, but because we can't afford it."
Xiao Peng was dumbfounded. How could a yacht consume so much fuel? His small sailboat had 400 liters of fuel, enough for him to use for four months, and most of it was used to drive the generator.
No wonder there are so few people who like yachts, they really can’t afford it!
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