Yao Qianqian was wearing a peacock blue gold velvet cheongsam, and her fingernails were painted bright red, as red as blood stains. Scarlet fingertips took off the sunglasses without even lifting the corners of his eyes. The cold appearance was quite different from usual, and he didn't know how to react when he saw the rain for a while.
Exactly, what Qianqian wants is this appearance effect. She wants Shi Yushi to remember tonight and her last appearance for the rest of her life. As soon as she sat down, she turned a blind eye to Xiaomeng's outstretched little hand, but looked out of the window, and complained about the time-consuming traffic jam when she came, complaining that catching up on this meal was really time-consuming.
It was obviously the last supper requested by Qianqian, but on the contrary, it seemed that it was raining. He didn't point out either, but listened silently. Anyway, after a meal, everyone went their separate ways, as long as they didn't get involved with each other.
With the crescent moon in the sky and the brilliant stars, the waiter graciously refilled the tea and served the pre-dinner bag. This is an Italian restaurant. There are roughly three types of bread to choose from, white bread, brown bread, and the most classic focaccia.
Yushi pursues professionally, but is sloppy when it comes to eating. He was vaguely aware of the differences and names of Italian dishes, but he didn't have much opinion on the different flavors of fermented bread, he just thought it would be good to fill his stomach.
On the contrary, Qianqian mumbled to the waiter: "Why is there only olive oil on the table, but no black vinegar?" It seemed that when she said this, she seemed very classy and knew the rules of Italian food.
The waiter laughed a few times, and hurriedly brought over the black vinegar again. When it was raining, he brushed Xiaomeng's crumbs of bread with his hands, and he couldn't help thinking, it's because Yao Qianqian didn't choose white bread, so they didn't hand over the ingredients. He finally knew that the other party's meal was intentional to show off.
Originally, I still had some instructions when it was raining, and I wanted to tell Qianqian, but the two of us have been together for a while, so it is always okay to give some kind advice to friends. But at this moment, he swallowed all the words back into his stomach.
As if it was expected that the meal would be paid during the rain, Yao Qianqian confidently ordered the caviar with the highest price on the menu, and said confidently: "I want this, the most expensive one! If you want to eat, you can eat imported ones. You can¡¯t settle for domestic products.¡±
The waiter took the menu in a good voice, and only responded: "Ok ma'am, please wait a moment."
The moment the menu was collected, I glanced at the rain and saw that it was marked in English that the most expensive caviar was made in China, but French and Russian caviar were cheaper.
Yushi pretended to be ignorant, chewing capers and caviar in his mouth, and mentioned what he had seen and heard these days from time to time. For example, there are more shared cars downstairs in the apartment building, and new traffic accidents at intersections. All the topics are lackluster, but just to pass the time. Yao Qianqian occasionally echoed a few words to show that she was already saving face.
The keynote and climax of a dinner party is always at the end. Yao Qianqian's research on the menu has yet to be refined, but she is confident in how to control the rhythm of the ending.
In the center of the restaurant, the violin played, and the classical music flowed melodiously. Yao Qianqian suddenly hugged Xiaomeng, and couldn't help crying.
The cries were mixed with music, which inevitably attracted the attention of other diners. The more spectators there were, the harder Yao Qianqian cried. She pinched Xiaomeng's arm, and the child started crying too.
When it was raining, he rushed over and scolded: "Enough is enough! Don't touch the child blindly!"
This sound hit Yao Qianqian's arms, and she wailed along with the rhythm of the music: "My life is so miserable! Even my child will be robbed by this heartless man! I am really blind, why did I just look at it at the beginning?" Fuck you, a wolf-hearted thing!"
Mozart's serenade spun in the night, mixed with ear-piercing cries, and people cast disgusted eyes towards the rain. It was as if he was the modern Chen Shimei, who was about to drive the crying poor woman in front of him to a dead end, and even snatched her child away. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com