Chapter 1491 He Is More Like a Noble

Yue Tingfeng thought about it in his mind, and finally took Arthur directly to a hot pot restaurant.

He originally thought that foreigners don't like spicy food very much and it will kill you.

He ordered a mandarin duck pot, thinking that a pure foreigner like Arthur might not understand the mandarin duck pot, so he would just keep telling him to eat the spicy one while he and Qingsi ate the clear soup pot.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the bottom of the pot was served, Arthur became excited: "Oh... hot pot, my dear, your husband is so considerate. How did he know that I like hot pot the most? Did you tell him? I am now I think he is a really good person.”

Yue Tingfeng's face turned dark immediately...

Yan Qingsi pinched Yue Tingfeng gently, "Since I want to entertain you, I must take you to eat your favorite food."

So next, Yue Tingfeng watched, Arthur used chopsticks more smoothly than the Chinese, and while shouting spicy, he ate with a mouth full of spicy oil and said he was satisfied.

Yue Tingfeng felt that he really had no appetite. This was probably the most unpleasant meal he had ever eaten in his life.

Yan Qingsi picked up a beef meatball from the clear soup pot and put it in Yue Tingfeng's bowl.

Arthur paused when he saw the eating movement, and said: "I used to pick up food for you, but I didn't expect... now you would pick up food for others. Suddenly, I felt that it had been too long since we had known each other. See, you are no longer the same as the Monica I remember."

Yan Qingsi smiled: "It's always going to be different when you get married."

Arthur said nothing, lowered his head and continued eating.

He eats quite a lot, and he probably eats the most delicious food in a meal.

After a not-so-pleasant lunch, Arthur smiled and said, "Let's go meet Mir together. He said that even if I recommend you to him, he must see you with his own eyes, otherwise he won't know how to take pictures. "

Yan Qingsi nodded: "Okay!"

Back at Sister Mai's studio, Yan Qingsi finally met the legendary photography master Stuart Mill. It was completely different from what she imagined.

Yan Qingsi once imagined that the photography master should be full of literary and artistic atmosphere, with deep eyes, a little decadent, and a kind of desolation that has experienced the world. His eyes are his lenses, and he can see everything.

But looking at the person in front of her, it was too different from what she thought, right?

The person in front of me is very tall, about 1.9 meters tall and a little taller. He is wearing a camel-colored knee-length coat and a black turtleneck sweater. His short dark brown hair is combed back, and there is a circle of light blue stubble on his chin. He has a high nose and green eyes like emeralds. He has the appearance of a standard foreign handsome guy. His facial features are more three-dimensional than Arthur's, like stone sculptures, without any flaws.

He was more like an aristocrat than an artist. When he looked at Yan Qingsi, he looked at Yan Qingsi with scrutiny and criticality.

Yan Qingsi didn't like the look in his eyes. She saw unfriendliness in his eyes.

He stretched out his hand and said: "Hello, I am Stuart Mill."

Before Yan Qingsi moved, Yue Tingfeng stretched out her hand to shake his hand, but soon let go. He said, "Hello, I am Yan Qingsi's husband, Yue Tingfeng."

Facing a person with extraordinary aura, Yue Tingfeng was finally able to perform normally for once, releasing the style of a domineering president. His eyes were unpredictable and his expression was indifferent. You are noble. I can be more noble and cold than you. , I am colder than you.