CHAPTER 321: CHAPTER 321: GIN AND SHERRY

"Can’t tell you’re quite wealthy." Romance glanced up at Chen Yiyang, then handed him an English menu.

"Look at the prices before you order."

Chen Yiyang took a look, and at this restaurant, a serving of caviar was priced at a staggering three hundred euros.

That’s definitely not cheap.

In Europe, three hundred euros is not equivalent to three hundred RMB, it’s very expensive for the average person.

"No problem, I can pay first." Chen Yiyang pulled out his wallet.

He had specially arranged for a few international credit cards before coming to France.

Originally, he intended to use cash.

But while exchanging euros at the bank, he was reminded by the staff that in Europe, cash is generally used only for small, scattered amounts.

Although the largest denomination of the euro is one hundred, most Europeans have never actually seen a one hundred euro bill; if you take out a hundred euros in a random shop, people might think you’re laundering money.

Seeing Chen Yiyang promptly pay, Romance’s mood improved a lot.

After all, selling caviar at a restaurant is absolutely a lucrative business.

The main thing is, this stuff doesn’t require much processing, just scoop it out and serve it with some garnishes to the customers.

So Romance unhesitatingly found a jar of caviar in the kitchen, scooped out two spoons, and served it to Chen Yiyang in a delicate little dish.

Chen Yiyang ate it up in two bites.

To be honest, the taste of caviar is just like that.

Chen Yiyang previously thought that the texture of caviar should be very bouncy, bursting with flavor in the mouth.

But in reality, this stuff is salty, with a texture similar to tofu dregs.

However, in the Middle Ages, such distinctly flavored food was indeed very rare for people at the time.

Especially for people in Europe and America who have grown up eating sweet and greasy foods, when they taste something that is not strongly flavored, it really doesn’t taste like anything.

If you let them try a bite of caviar, the unique salty taste of caviar would definitely shock their taste buds.

Combined with the expensive price of caviar, it really has to taste good even if it’s not.

"You, this." Romance looked at Chen Yiyang’s crude manner of eating the caviar in two bites.

Immediately felt that Chen Yiyang was definitely lying when he said he liked French cuisine.

"What are you here for?" Romance realized that Chen Yiyang’s purpose for being here was not simple at all.

"Actually, my family is in the caviar business, although I personally don’t like eating this stuff."

Chen Yiyang wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"Recently, many chefs in the French culinary world have been criticizing Huaxia’s Qiandao Lake Caviar, is that why you’re here?"

"That’s right." Chen Yiyang earnestly looked at Romance and asked, "You are a respected traditional French chef, could you answer a question for me? Is there a difference in taste between Huaxia’s Qiandao Lake Caviar and wild caviar from other places?"

"This is not a question that can be answered just by ordering a portion of caviar." Romance hesitated for a moment, refusing to answer Chen Yiyang’s question.

"Alright." Chen Yiyang nodded.

He felt that today’s interaction could end here.

Forcing the question wouldn’t get him the answer he wanted.

Chen Yiyang stayed in this restaurant for about two hours before Mayu came back from buying groceries.

The bodyguards assigned to Mayu were carrying bags full of groceries in both hands, so many that even the well-trained bodyguards were exhausted.

If Mayu didn’t appear to be a young girl, Chen Yiyang believed the bodyguard would definitely refuse to help, claiming it was outside the scope of his contract.

"Why did you buy so many things?" Chen Yiyang was also a bit curious.

"Because for the puff pastry meat pie, you can’t use just one type of meat." Mayu answered, "Duck meat, pork, foie gras, and venison."

"Then it’s understandable to buy so much stuff."

"But the venison I used for French puff pastry meat pie in Japan was actually wild venison from Hokkaido. However, normally, this kind of meat can’t pass quarantine to enter the European Union."

Mayu whispered, "But my master said he has a way and asked me to wait two days for him to find someone to transport the venison in. I’ll just use local venison as a substitute for now."

"Is there a difference between the venison from these two places?"

"Hokkaido venison is from sika deer, but in France, there’s only red deer meat, and the two have a big difference in texture."

Mayu explained to Chen Yiyang.

"By the way, why is there wine?" Chen Yiyang noticed that Mayu also bought a lot of wine.

"For French puff pastry meat pie, you need to ensure the pastry remains soft after baking, so we use wine."

Mayu said, "So I bought gin and cognac."

"No sherry?"

"No, why add sherry?" Mayu didn’t understand what Chen Yiyang meant.

"In Conan, there’s a character called Gin who always bizarrely shouts for Sherry, I was just making a joke."

"I don’t watch anime."

Chen Yiyang didn’t expect Mayu, a Japanese person, not to watch anime.

It’s as absurd as a Chinese person not having watched anti-Japanese war dramas.

However, since the competition date was approaching, Mayu also didn’t want to waste time.

After chatting casually with Chen Yiyang for a bit, she started busying herself.

Although the process of making puff pastry meat pie is not too complicated, doing it alone is still a bit overwhelming.

Chen Yiyang couldn’t be of much help, so to avoid disturbing Mayu too much, he had to leave the restaurant.

"Hi, finally meeting you."

In the evening, Chen Yiyang didn’t laze around in the hotel.

He went to find the only friend he knew in Paris, Pierre.

"My good friend." Pierre warmly hugged Chen Yiyang.

The two had finally succeeded in meeting offline as online friends.

Pierre looked quite young, with a hint of mixed heritage.

"My mother is a white North African, and maybe there’s some other heritage from her ancestors." Pierre noticed what Chen Yiyang wanted to ask and spoke up first.

"At least not black." Chen Yiyang casually remarked.

"Oh oh oh." Pierre hurriedly interrupted upon hearing Chen Yiyang’s words, "Don’t ever say that in front of others here, you’ll get sued. You know, among the newborns in Paris this year, black newborns have exceeded half.

If those people hear you speak like that, they’d definitely protest at your doorstep every day."

"Uh, is it that many?" Chen Yiyang knew that Paris had a lot of black people.

But he didn’t expect that black people would constitute more than half of the newborn population in Paris.

No wonder 15 out of the 26 people on the French national football team roster are black.

This proportion now seems quite normal.

The glory of the British Empire is inherited by Indians, while the glory of France is inherited by North African blacks.

Very reasonable.