Take Along A Spring

0Yang Fann's White Truffle finally met someone who knew what was good for him, and his identity immediately underwent a 180 degree change. The bumpkin in the eyes of the Staff turned out to be a VIP, who even rushed to curry favor with the shop manager who had eyes on his head.     3

    

Even those pretentious customers who were secretly cursing Yang Fann as a country bumpkin felt it was unbelievable. What kind of a tempo was this? foreign woman took the initiative to kiss him.    

    

"Sir, please take a seat. I apologize for the rudeness just now. Please wait for a moment, I'll call the boss to come out and see you."    

    

Yang Fann laughed heartily, no longer looking like a country bumpkin, "It's alright, it was just a little joke between me and everyone just now. Go quickly and get your boss Ben Shaming here. Tell him that I've sent him a treasure."    

    

The sudden change in Yang Fann's temperament stunned all the Staff, including the manager. Only now did people feel that Yang Fann was familiar, if they looked carefully, wasn't he the one who had dinner with their boss?    

    

After recognizing Yang Fann's identity, every Staff in the Western Restaurant of Old Oak, one by one, wanted to ruthlessly shake his face that was smiling brighter than the sun with his slippers. You rascal, you are on the same level as the boss, making fun of us little soldiers, is there a point to it?    

    

"Go, go. I think Ben Shaming will be very happy to see me." Wu Tie's mouth was flowery, but the foreign woman shop manager who was still in a daze slapped his large butt twice, scaring him to the point of jumping up, running towards the kitchen like a wisp of smoke.    

    

Yang Fann's shocking action not only shocked many of the young female guests, it also made the surrounding pretentious customers extremely jealous. Fuck, this guy is too shameless. He actually slapped a lady's butt. He's simply a scum of a Chinese man, throwing people out of the country.    

    

Just watch, before long, the owner of this western restaurant will call the police and let this guy know that a woman's ass is worse than a tiger's, especially a foreign woman's, it's more than ten times worse than the consequences of touching a tiger's ass.    

    

Sure enough, after a short while, a tall foreign man wearing chef uniform rushed out from the kitchen towards Yang Fann with a shiny steel knife in his hand.    

    

From the excited expression on his face, it was easy to tell that this guy was here to fight Yang Fann, and the foreign woman that was touched just now was probably his wife.    

    

Yang Fann was also shocked, he suspected that the foreign woman he touched was Ben Shaming's wife, otherwise why did this guy rush out with a knife. It seemed like he was prepared to fight to the death with him, could it be that he was really hit by Meng Lang?    

    

"Aha, dear Young, how are you, my friend, long time no see?" Ben Shaming, with a kitchen knife in hand, aggressively came over. He opened his arms and was about to give Yang Fann a big hug.    

    

"F * ck, Lao Ben, what are you doing? Hurry up and leave. I don't like this kind of fiery atmosphere." Yang Fann was shocked. It would be better to give himself a good hug with Ben Shaming.    

    

Especially Ben Shaming, who rushed out of the kitchen. His body smelled like onion and garlic, almost making Wu Tie choke on himself.    

    

"Oh, my dear Young, how many times have I told you that my surname is not Ben, but this is not a problem. I heard that you have a Ford to give to me. Where is it?"    

    

Ben Shaming might have also felt that the image of him holding the blade in his hand was not very elegant, so he hurriedly handed the knife over to foreign woman who was behind him, telling her to quickly send it back to the kitchen, so that his glorious image wouldn't be affected.    

    

"Go, Anna, bring me my treasured Lafite. I want to buy my beloved Yang a drink!" Ben Shaming shouted excitedly.    

    

"Come on, Lao Ben, this trick of yours is pretty good, but I'm still a bit off. Who doesn't know that red wine is a type of taste in France, and it's not as precious as what you make in China." As Yang Fann exposed Ben Shaming's background, he put the plastic bag on the table. He waved his hand, indicating that Ben Shaming could take a look and put the White Truffle back into the plastic bag.    

    

Ben Shaming didn't care what Yang Fann said anymore. He rubbed his hands together and carefully opened the black plastic bag on the table. His movements were so gentle, as excited as when he first untied his first love's bra.    

    

In fact, Ben Shaming was used to seeing White Truffle, so he shouldn't be this excited, but as of late, after encountering a natural disaster in Italy, the production of truffles had been greatly reduced. Not only was it out of stock now, but it was also said that it would run out of stock for a long time.    

    

The plastic bag that Yang Fann put on the table looked very heavy. If the bag was full of White Truffle, then it would be at least 10 kg. With 10 kg of White Truffle, Ben Shaming would be able to get through this difficult period.    

    

Thinking about it, other people's restaurants did not have White Truffle s, but of course high-grade Old Oak White Truffle s were for sale, so the effect of that kind of advertisement was not too obvious. Naturally, the price would soar, and in Chinese's words, he would definitely earn a lot from it.    

    

As the black plastic bag slowly opened, Ben Shaming's eyes also widened. When the bag was completely opened, Ben Shaming had already become a statue. He couldn't even blink.    

    

He saw that inside the black plastic bag, which was no different from an ordinary garbage bag, was a dozen or so pieces of truffles. These truffles were not only shiny without any damage, they were round and smooth and did not have a single spot on them. They were definitely top quality White Truffle, better than any White Truffle he had flown in from Italy before.    

    

"This... This is... This is a Top-grade White Truffle, Yang, where did you get it from? Why are there so many? " "Ben Shaming roared madly in his heart. This is not true, but his eyes are telling him that this is indeed true.    

    

Looking at Ben Shaming's stupefied expression, Yang Fann felt as if he had just drunk a glass of iced fruit juice in the middle of the sky. Yang Fann felt extremely comfortable in his heart, as if he had drunk a cup of iced fruit juice in the middle of the sky.    

    

"Cough cough, dear Lao Ben, I can tell you very responsibly and solemnly that these white potatoes … Cough cough, those are White Truffle s, they were all planted by my own villa! "