Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 795 The majestic Goncourt Prize winner still needs to make an appointment for dinner?
"Mr. Zhang Zhong, welcome to Paris."

After Zhang Zhong and Xu Yuhan got off the plane, the staff of the Goncourt Prize picked them up.

This time it was only the two of them who came to Paris. Originally, Pengpeng said she would come, but Zhang Zhong didn't let her come in the end.

The reason why this girl was clamoring to come was because she wanted to eat ice cream. Zhang Zhong promised her that she would buy her a big torch when the weather got hot next week, so she stopped clamoring to go to Paris.

The reason why I didn't bring her here was because there were only two days on the weekend, so I would travel back and forth for such a long distance, most of the time on the plane, Peng Peng would feel very tired, and she had to go to school on Monday.

Although the Organizing Committee of the Goncourt Literature Prize was stingy, they still arranged accommodation for Zhang Zhong and the others.

After arriving at the hotel, the staff handed over the key card to Zhang Zhong and said, "Mr. Zhang Zhong, you are resting at the hotel now. I will come and pick you up at noon tomorrow."

"Well, please excuse me."

After the staff left, Xu Yuhan jumped onto the sofa and stretched comfortably.

"I can finally lie down."

Zhang Zhong put down his surname Li and said with a smile, "Didn't you say you were going shopping?"

Xu Yuhan waved his hand, "Let me lie down for a while, and we'll talk about shopping later."

Zhang Zhong looked at the time on his phone. It was three o'clock in the afternoon, and the sunset time in Paris was slightly later than that in Jiangyang. It would take about four hours before it would get dark.

He looked at Xu Yuhan who was lying on the sofa, and shook his head with a smile. On the plane, she said excitedly that she would come here this time to take a good look around, but if she really came here, she would lose her energy.

Maybe it was because there were only the two of them this time, so Xu Yuhan was more excited than the previous two visits.

The hotel the organizing committee booked for them was average, and it was much different from where they lived when they came to travel. Not to mention the hotel facilities, the scenery outside the window alone was completely incomparable.

Standing by the window and looking at the scenery outside for a while, I felt that there was nothing to see, so I turned around and prepared to find the computer to continue my work.

When he turned around to look for the computer, he found that Xu Yuhan had already fallen asleep on the sofa, snoring slightly.

She has also been quite tired recently, and Mengmu Xiaozhu is planning to open a second branch in the south of the city. During this period of time, she has been running back and forth, spending a lot of thought.

It was also because the Chengnan branch was pretty busy these two days, otherwise she wouldn't have followed Zhang Zhong to Paris to receive the award.

Zhang Zhong took the quilt on the bed and covered her, and then he went to work with his computer.

He didn't want to get jet lag on purpose, after all, they will go back after only staying here for more than a day, but he doesn't feel much sleepy now, so he simply finds something for himself to do.

When it was getting dark, Zhang Zhong just turned on the lamp on the table, and Xu Yuhan stretched his waist and got up from the sofa.

Zhang Zhong turned to look at her, "Did you sleep well?"

Xu Yuhan wrinkled her nose, shook her head and said, "I didn't sleep well, I woke up hungry."

Zhang Zhong was amused by her appearance, and turned off the desk lamp that had just been turned on, then got up and turned on the ceiling light in the guest room.

"Get up and wash your face, I'll take you to eat."

"I'm going to eat red wine stew."

Zhang Zhong laughed, "Why did you learn from Pengpeng? You started ordering food before going out. Let's go out and see if there are any good restaurants."

The two walked to the entrance of a restaurant called the Canteen of the Gods. Zhang Zhong looked at the front of the restaurant and said, "This restaurant looks pretty good. Let's go in and have a look."

He raised his foot to go inside, but Xu Yuhan held him back, "This restaurant requires reservations, and reservations need to be made a long time in advance, let's change to another one."

"Appointment? I, a winner of the Goncourt Literature Prize, still need to make an appointment to eat in Paris? Come on, let's go in, who dares to stop us?" After finishing speaking, Zhang Zhong pulled Xu Yuhan inside.

Xu Yuhan was pulled by him, and she didn't know what to say. At the same time, she was a little puzzled, did Zhang Zhong take the wrong medicine today? He had never done such a thing before.

What happened next surprised her. Zhang Zhong went to the reception desk and said to the waiter in English, "I am Zhang Zhong. I booked a seat in your hotel before."

The waiter checked on the machine, and then said with a smile, "That's right, you reserved your seats for tonight on March 27th, and I'll take you in."

"How about it, he doesn't dare to stop me." Following behind the waiter, Zhang Zhong said to Xu Yuhan with a smile.

Xu Yuhan rolled his eyes, "I thought you made a mistake, it turns out that you have reserved a seat a long time ago."

"This restaurant was recommended by Lin Lin. He said it was not bad, so I made a reservation in advance." Zhang Zhong said.

"Well, this restaurant has three Michelin stars, and it's hard to book a seat. As for whether it's good or not, I don't know, because I haven't eaten there yet."

"Whether it tastes good or not will be known in a while."

In fact, in addition to the good environment and style of this cafeteria of the gods, only the black truffle can be talked about, and the others are lackluster.

No matter who it is, there is a prejudice against food.

People are not machines, and Zhang Zhong's tongue grew up eating Chinese food, so he naturally has his own prejudices.

But the environment here is really not bad, quite suitable for two people to eat together.

And eating in such a restaurant is better, that is, you don't have to be afraid of being recognized by others, even if someone recognizes you, you won't come over to bother you on this occasion.

The waiter who poured wine for them looked at Zhang Zhong and obviously recognized him, but the waiter didn't come over to ask for an autograph or anything like that.

After eating, the two left the restaurant and walked on the streets of Paris. The breeze was blowing, accompanied by a hint of coolness. The temperature in Paris in April was similar to that in Jiangyang. It was quite warm during the day and much cooler at night.

Xu Yuhan was wearing a knitted sweater, and she couldn't help shrugging her shoulders when a gust of wind blew, Zhang Zhong hugged her in his arms when he saw it.

"I walked this road when I came to Paris before, but I walked it alone. At that time, I was thinking, maybe one day, I will walk this road with another person." Nestled in Zhang Chonghuai Here, Xu Yuhan said with emotion.

"Then have you ever wondered what the person who walks with you looks like?"

Xu Yuhan shook his head, "I haven't thought about my appearance, but the feeling I have now is similar to what I imagined at the time. At that time, I was still thinking about becoming a famous painter, and then I suddenly wanted to teach children. I'm drawing. But if I didn't teach the children how to draw, I probably wouldn't have met you."

"That's not necessarily the case. If you become a painter, maybe we will meet in another way. Some people will eventually meet."

Xu Yuhan looked up at Zhang Zhong's side face and laughed, "Although this statement is false, I am very happy to hear it."

(End of this chapter)