Chapter 400 Bordeaux wine, oriental food, Napoleon...

Just as Liang Pengfei took the Shimazu family and began to use various conspiracies to clean up the mouth and plot against Kyushu. On the other side of the distant earth, Paris, the powerful French capital of France on the European continent, a short and energetic man in a military uniform that was very neat and straight, jumped out of a carriage. After taking a look at his residence, he turned his face and saw the restaurant that was still on with lights, and the mysterious square characters that were irrecognizable, full of mystery, a faint smile appeared on the face that was originally serious, and he raised his legs and walked towards the restaurant.

Liang Guangcai, who was counting the income of the day, heard the bells on the door and said without raising his head: "Sorry, I'm ready to close."

"Dear Liang, are you treating your guests with such a cold attitude?" The short man in military uniform spoke was the one who spoke.

Liang Guangcai raised his head in surprise. When he saw the appearance and figure of the visitors, he couldn't help laughing out loud: "Dear General, you are my most precious guest. No matter when, the door of my restaurant will be opened to you. But what I didn't expect was that they actually released you in the middle of the night. Is it impolite for those guys to disturb others' sleep at night?"

Liang Guangcai turned his head and signaled to stop the movements of the China Merchants Bank, who were cleaning the floor, then walked to the short soldier, nodded and said, "If you don't come back, I really want to enjoy the bottle of Bordeaux for 1970s that I left for you alone."

"Okay, my friend, why don't you take it out quickly? I can't wait to taste its mellow fragrance. Damn prison, let alone Bordeaux wine, it's hard to get even bad wine." The short soldier smiled and took off his military cap, handed it to the waiter next to him, nodded and ordered to Liang Guangcai.

"As you wish, dear General..." Liang Guangcai nodded and signaled to the hospitality to take out the treasure bottle that was placed in the cellar.

"Dear Liang, you don't have to call me that. You know, we are friends. So, you can call me Napoleon instead of my position, so I will feel that our relationship is more natural and friendly." This man looked a little pointed and his chin was a little short, but the square face was not only a rare smile, but more of the majesty as a soldier.

"No, respected general, I prefer to call you this way, because I think you are a model for the entire French soldiers, brave, courageous, and strong will. I think calling you a general represents my respect for you. I firmly believe that you will definitely become the goal that all French soldiers look forward to and strive for." Liang Guangcai smiled and did not call him Napoleon as Napoleon's meaning, but after he said this, he happened to scratch Napoleon's itch and enjoyed it very much.

"Okay, whatever you want, my friend, come on, don't mind having a drink with me, right?" The waiter opened the bottle of Bordeaux wine in 1970s. The mellow and sweet aroma of wine made Napoleon excited and invited Liang Guangcai.

"I am very honored, but please allow me to cook for you first. If you don't have a companionship with such delicious wine, wouldn't it be too wasteful?" Liang Guangcai's words made Napoleon deeply agree. Looking at Liang Guangcai's figure hurried to the kitchen, Napoleon picked up the wine glass and took a sip. After sighing happily, he gently shook the wine glass, watching the bright wine grout hanging on the surface of the cup, and his mood was rolling like the waves.

Just a month ago, not long after being promoted to brigade general, Napoleon took over as command of the Italian army artillery. He was preparing to do a good job and did not expect that the Republic of Genoa, which was in a very difficult situation, was appointed by the Revolutionary Committee to carry out a mission.

The republic was under pressure from three aspects at that time: one was the warships from Britain, which suddenly attacked the French fast ship "Cunny" on the territorial waters of Genoa; the second was the army invaded by the people from the west; and the third was the Austrian army invaded by the people from the north.

Despite the difficulties, the young messenger still made the distraught head of the Genoese government and the Senate obey his will. Logically, he could count on France to reward him. However, shortly after he returned to the country, he was detained and imprisoned in a fortress near Antibes. The charge was that he was suspected of treason.

When he woke up from shock and anger, he realized that the anti-Jacobians carefully planned a coup, and the Jacobin leader Robespierre was killed, and his brother Robespierre Jr. was also sent to the guillotine. For a moment, the sky above France was covered with clouds.

The Hot Moon government also frustrated Napoleon's fate. Robespierre Jr. was his strong backing, but now all those who were close to their brothers have become political suspects.

The reactionary coup of the "Hot Mooners" alone was enough to put Bonaparte in danger of losing his head. And because he had put forward some strategic suggestions not long ago, his situation became even more dangerous.

Because those suggestions reduced the French army in the Alps; the army had recently lost inexplicably in combat; the generals found that the root cause of the ineffective combat was Bonaparte's suggestion. They wrote a secret letter to report to the National Salvation Committee. The letter also stated that the Alps army had been inaction by the conspiracy of Robespierre and Rigo Jr.

Many people will lose their heads even if their sins are not so serious. But Bonaparte has a reliable amulet: he is an indispensable figure. After the commissioners Salicheti and Albitt carefully studied the written materials about Bonaparte, they decided to temporarily restore his freedom and release it; the main reason for explaining him was that his knowledge and talents might be useful to the French Republic in the future.

For Napoleon, although it was inevitable that there was a false alarm, it was indeed a lucky star. If the order to send him to Genoa was issued three weeks earlier, then he would have been reported in Paris when the coup in the Hot Month period occurred. Then he would have been sent to the guillotine by the hot-headed Parisians at that time as a follower of Robespierre. Then his resume would have ended here.

When he thought of becoming a brigade general at the age of twenty-five, he had a bright future and was about to do a big career, he was almost sent to the guillotine. The glory of surviving the disaster and the experience that he did not want to recall made him suffer physical and mental exhaustion, which made him miss his family far away.

At this time, Napoleon smelled an intoxicating fragrance, and couldn't help but feel excited and raised his eyes. Sure enough, Liang Guangcai had already walked out with a large wooden plate, with several authentic oriental porcelain plates on it.

"Sorry, because it's too late and many ingredients are missing, so I have only made these side dishes for you. I hope you don't mind." Liang Guangcai put the dishes on the table, and smiled apologetically.

"Oh no, my dear Liang, this is already rich enough. You don't know what I've eaten in that damn prison. Compared to your cooking skills, the chef of that castle should be a choreographer for washing dishes." Looking at the dishes with both good colors and flavors, including his favorite stir-fried shrimp and fish-flavored shredded pork, the tempting lion head, the very delicious Mapo tofu, and the mouth-watering Kung Pao chicken. Of course, there is also a Chinese special pasta: dumplings.

"I'm really hungry, well, this is very good. Are you going to come and have a little?" Napoleon was like an African refugee at this moment, sweeping all the delicious food on the table, a large plate of dumplings, which he swept away in less than three minutes. This kind of food seemed to make Liang Guangcai think of the beggar who had asked for a bowl of broth in the country.

Hearing Napoleon's invitation, Liang Guangcai smiled and shook his head and said, "No, I'm not hungry. Just enjoy the food as much as possible. If it's not enough, I can bring you some more."

"Sorry, I'm rude, but the dishes you cook are so delicious." Napoleon finally filled his stomach with eighty-cent fullness, and then stopped eating like a voracious meal and poured a glass of wine for Liang Guangcai.

"Welcome to Paris again, General." After taking the wine that Napoleon poured for himself, Liang Guangcai raised his wine glass and said.

"Thank you, it seems that you are the one who welcomes me the most in this city." Napoleon showed a sad smile and said after clinking glasses with Liang Guangcai.

Liang Guangcai smiled and shook his head, "Dear General, please don't forget that in the eyes of French citizens, you are a hero, and they are your most loyal followers."

"My position as a general should not last for too long. Those guys have always disliked me."

"You may not know my new army, but in our east, there is a sage who once said this, and I found that it is suitable for you." Liang Guangcai touched the hair of the inch-shaped head. After he came to the West, he had already shaved off the annoying pig tail with other Chinese people, leaving black hair all over his head. However, for convenience, the short hair made Liang Guangcai feel very light.
Chapter completed!