Love Affairs in Melbourne-Chapter 212 - 209: What brings you here?

"Why is it 83.2%?" Yan Yan was interested in this specific number.

"You wanted to try pizza, right? Italians can be quite picky about pizza, and in all of Florence, the highest-rated pizzeria has this rating," Qi Yi explained to Yan Yan.

"Which website did you research? You must be busy lately. Give me the URL, I don’t have much to do these days. I can take a look myself later on. I might be lazy with other things, but when it comes to food, that’s totally out of the question," Yan Yan cheerfully made her suggestion.

"Weren’t you supposed to be busy checking out exhibitions all over Florence these days? How come you have nothing to do?" Qi Yi thought that Yan Yan should be swamped today, given that just the art museums in Florence could keep someone occupied for days and nights on end.

"I’m not here as a tourist. I’ll be staying here for half a year. Of course, I should get myself settled first and sort out the food and shelter issues before slowly soaking in the artistic atmosphere." Yan Yan had no intention of rushing to the art museums right away.

If it weren’t for knowing that she would be frequently visiting the Ferragamo Museum, Yan Yan wouldn’t have even bothered to go there yesterday just before closing time.

"Is that so? I thought you’d be eager to run through every museum and church there is.

Well, I’ll give you the URL later. The thing is, that website is only in Italian, so you might have a bit of trouble with it.

But since a lot of it is pictures, and with your sharp food radar, you shouldn’t have too many problems." Qi Yi’s main goal was to draw a map for Yan Yan, letting her know where all the shops were. As for the taste, Qi Yi, not being a foodie, felt he couldn’t substitute for Yan Yan’s taste buds.

"Ah? Italian? No matter how sharp my radar is, I can’t taste flavors from pictures alone. How come you can look at Italian websites though?" Yan Yan was slightly frustrated.

Not knowing where to find good food was, for Yan Yan, the second most annoying thing right after lacking design inspiration.

"I lived with an Italian guy for three years. If I didn’t pick up his passion for hot dogs, at least I adopted his reverence for his country’s language. There was a whole year where he spoke only Italian to me." Qi Yi’s Italian was practically coerced out of him by Antonio.

"Ugh, stop it. Everyone’s showing off their Italian to me. What’s so great about speaking an extra language?" Yan Yan had been reminded about the language issue several times recently.

Florence is still an international metropolis. Why must everything be in Italian?

Yan Yan had gone out for lunch by herself at noon, without uttering a word of Italian, and still managed to order everything she wanted to eat and drink.

"Who else has been showing off their Italian to you?" Qi Yi was curious.

"Nobody’s been showing off on purpose. It’s just the brand director from Ferragamo where I’m going to intern. He’s supposedly someone who refuses to speak English in Italy.

But, he made an exception for me and even introduced me to a lot of big shots." For Yan Yan, showing off was something only the officials could get away with, and not something the common people were allowed to do.

"Yeah, my Waiwai is awesome." Qi Yi sincerely admired.

"Hey, you’ve been mentioning ’my Waiwai’ all day. Are you guilty of something?" Yan Yan asked Qi Yi.

"I wish. I just don’t know where to start. Can you teach me?" Qi Yi maintained an attitude of being willing to learn.

"You might as well try," Yan Yan threatened Qi Yi, mostly using an adorable tone.

"If you don’t teach me, how can I try?" Qi Yi continued to probe.

"Xiao Qizi, go chill by yourself. If there’s nothing else, I’m going back to my painting. Have a good meal, and don’t just eat sandwiches all day. Work hard in the mines this afternoon, and remember to tell me if there are any developments," Yan Yan said before hanging up on Qi Yi.

Yan Yan had started sketching because she felt lonely, but if she stopped halfway, she felt uncomfortable all over.

Oil paintings could be done slowly, but pen sketches needed to be completed in one go.

Yan Yan felt like her phone was bewitched today; it was quiet when idle, but once it started ringing, one call would follow another.

The caller was none other than Jiao Zhifei, who had just attempted to deceive her.

If Jiao Zhifei hadn’t called, Yan Yan was planning to finish her sketch and then call back to see what this "piece of work" wanted.

"Jiao the oddball, what can I do for you?" Yan Yan simply put down her pen and decided to finish talking about whatever Jiao Zhifei wanted to say before resuming her drawing mood.

"Old Sister, I should be near your place.

I was at the airport too long and didn’t realize my phone was about to die.

I glanced at the address you sent to the driver, and then my phone completely ran out of juice.

I think the place I got off at is supposed to be the city center, but it doesn’t seem like a residential area. freewebnσvel.cѳm

All I remember from your message is Palazzo Strozzi (Strozzi Palace), but I can’t quite recall the other details of the address," answered Jiao Zhifei, which had nothing to do with Yan Yan’s question.

"If you don’t have anything important, I’m going to hang up now," Yan Yan said, eager to finish her drawing and have dinner.

"How can you be so cruel? Do you know how many cafes I went to and how many people I asked before I could borrow a charger?" Jiao Zhifei queried Yan Yan.

"Cut the act. If you came here to find me, why wouldn’t you bring a charger? There’s no need for a plug adapter between London and Florence. Why would you have to borrow one? Just find a place with an outlet to charge your phone. Which café doesn’t have an outlet?" Yan Yan quickly spotted the logical error in Jiao Zhifei’s words.

"I forgot to bring it," Jiao Zhifei continued explaining.

"What’s going on with you today? Are you done yet?" Yan Yan could not trust the words of Jiao Zhifei, who had a history of devious acts.

"Old Sister, nobody at the cafes would help me. I searched a long while before finding a warm and welcoming restaurant owner, who speaks English and was willing to lend me a charger.

I’ll take a picture of this place, and you figure out a way to come pick up your lost little brother.

He’s very, very, very hungry right now, and he can’t walk anymore. He’s planning to eat his fill here before leaving." Jiao Zhifei hung up after saying the restaurant’s name was Fattoria Rossi Firenze.