It was almost noon, and there were not many diners in the magnificent Western Moscow Restaurant. The main restaurant, which was enough to accommodate hundreds of people to dine at the same time, only had twenty tables. Xue Xiang and Liu Yinger were one of them. They sat at the outermost end, next to the glass window, and the light of their eyes was enough to see the crowds coming and going on the main street. This was not the first time Xue Xiang had lunch with Liu Yinger, but it was the first time to bring her to taste Lao Mo's Western food. Liu Yinger seemed to have heard of Lao Mo's high consumption. At the beginning, he said that the cost of a lunch was almost ten days' salary, so she felt sorry for Tan Lang's wallet. Xue Xiang repeatedly promised that this was only once, and it was forgot to see it. Liu Yinger couldn't bear to wiping his good intentions, so he nodded and responded.

After recovering, Xue Xiang had no worries anymore. Once the gauze in the middle was lifted open, he was no longer as cowardly or hesitant as before. He began to pursue boldly and repeatedly pick up Liu Ying'er to and from get off work. Of course, having dinner together after get off work is naturally the right thing to do. Since they have lived and died together, their relationship has a qualitative leap. Their interactions are not like the kind of infatuated men and women who are lingering and unable to separate for a moment, but they get along with each other in a quiet and missed way. After meeting each other, they can understand what the other person thinks in their hearts with one look, as if they have learned "his heart". This feeling is wonderful, and the two are greedily intoxicated. These days, they have been to Xiangshan together, chanting Pushkin's long poems under the red leaves in the sky, and also helping each other climb the Great Wall. They snuggled up to each other on Badaling and snuggled up the scenery...

"Two comrades, what do you want to order?" The waitress wearing a black "Braji" dress and wearing a pure white apron brought the menu and asked in a warm voice.

"Ying'er, order it." Xue Xiang took the menu and handed it to Liu Ying'er.

Liu Ying'er waved her hand in a panic, "You order it, just order it simple." She was inevitably a little nervous when she ate Western food for the first time. She knew that most of the people who came and went here were returning people (staff from embassies abroad), cadres of the agency, children from the big courtyard, etc., who were afraid of making a fool of themselves in front of others.

Xue Xiangzhi did not refuse what she thought. He had already eaten oil in Lao Mo and did not have the menu. He immediately reported the name of the dish: "Can braised beef, butter-grilled fish, butter-grilled mushroom soup, butter-grilled mixed mixed with foie gras, tuna toast, except for the soup, all of them are double portions." He ordered what he liked to eat, and it was also Lao Mo's special dish.

The waiter remembered the name of the dish and was about to leave, but was stopped by Liu Ying'er: "Wait, give me the menu, it's what he wants, I'll order it myself." She regretted it. Xue Xiang reported a long list of names of the dishes, which made her look gloomy.

The waitress smiled, and knew what was going on, so she handed the menu back to Liu Ying'er. Liu Ying'er blushed and glared at Xue Xiang, opened the menu, looking for the ideal dish. "Well? Can braised beef, three pieces, buttery grilled fish, five pieces, honey foie gras, four pieces five... Oh my God, what is the price?" She was shocked. According to Xue Xiang's order, wouldn't this meal be eaten for one month's salary?

"A vegetable salad, a toast bread." Liu Ying'er trembled with her heart, reluctantly chose two dishes, handed the menu to the waiter, and glared at Xue Xiang fiercely.

Xue Xiang scratched his head, smiled back, and said to the waiter, who knew what he wanted. Liu Ying'er saw his actions and knew what he meant, so she quietly stepped on him under the table, which was considered a default.

"What you bring you here to enjoy is not to suffer. Don't be stern, you will have wrinkles. Just once, let's take a taste of it." Xue Xiangzao became familiar with her, and his words became more and more natural, and there were more teasing in the ripe twist.

"I still feel sorry." Liu Ying'er raised her mouth and pursed her plump red lips.

"Don't worry, we don't have to pay for it this time." Xue Xiangzao saw a familiar figure walking towards the dining spot in the northwest area. He said happily: The rice is here.

"Hmm? You don't plan to eat the Bawang meal, are you?" Liu Ying'er's eyes were filled with stars, and her face was full of excitement. She was very curious about the activities that she thought were legendary in her eyes, and she was actually a little eager to try it out.

"What are you thinking about, silly girl." Xue Xiang rubbed her head and smiled, "Are you afraid of eating a tycoon meal?"

Liu Ying'er pushed away his big hand dissatisfiedly: "If I don't agree in the future, I'm not allowed to touch my head. I'm older than you." After that, suddenly, the light in her eyes faded. She had been resentful that she was two years older than Xue Xiang.

Xue Xiang stopped helplessly and didn't know how to comfort her, although he thought Liu Ying'er's idea was ridiculously stupid. But Liu Ying'er could not escape from the cognition of this era, and she felt that she was bigger than Xue Xiang. As for what was bad, she couldn't say it herself, and the conventional concepts in the secular world made her breathless. As for "female junior high school, holding gold bricks", in her opinion, the meaning of concealment is far higher than explanation.

Xue Xiang reached out and gently held her crystal clear jade hand, and used a little force to give her a warm look. Liu Ying'er didn't want Tan Lang to worry, and her other hand covered the two hands holding each other and shook them. The two of them said nothing and met gently.

It is: You and I are so affectionate!

Ten minutes later, the first dish was served with the buttered grilled fish. The sea bass, a foot long, roasted golden. The mushrooms, tomatoes, and potatoes in the porcelain plate were solidified by the cream and crumbs of cheese. A strong milky aroma could be smelled from a distance. Two plates of grilled fish were carefully placed by the waiter, and then they made a polite position to signal the two to use it, and then stepped back.

"It smells so good, Ying'er, should you give me some red wine? The specialty here is the spirit Katyusha, a famous Soviet wine. If you don't like spirits, let's go to the red wine bar. I know there is a kind of domestic red wine here, which tastes good, let's do some?" Xue Xiang stood up and tied a napkin for Liu Ying'er, and said in a low voice in her ear.

"You ordered so much, but I didn't have the stomach to drink. I would waste it if I didn't finish it." Liu Ying'er's small peasant consciousness broke out again, and she gave Xue Xiang a blank look: "I deliberately eat something Western food. I want to see me be ugly. I don't know how to use knife and fork, and others will laugh at me."

"Who dares to joke that we handsome men and beautiful women eat together and let them enjoy it for free. If they don't charge, they will make money."

"You're just slimming your mouth, and it's time to eat, it's going to be cold in a while."

Liu Ying'er was indeed extremely clumsy in using knife and fork. Even if Xue Xiang taught her step by step, she would not be able to learn it. Seeing that the fairy's Emei gathered into a peak, her face became colder and colder, how could Xue Xiang enjoy the food alone? He reached out to grab Liu Ying'er's plate, inserted his right knife and swung his arms, and pieces of fish were born quickly, as thin as cicada wings, evenly sized and equally thick. The diners sitting next to him had already thought about the combination of handsome men and beautiful women here, and Xue Xiang's magical skills naturally fell into their eyes. They were all stunned, and then they burst out with warm applause, which made the diners at several tables of adjacent to watch this side frequently, but they didn't know what was going on.

Xue Xiang bowed to the neighboring table, thanking the applause, and then pushed the chopped grilled fish back to Liu Ying'er, "Please, honorable lady."

Liu Ying'er's face was already blushing with shame. Seeing Xue Xiang teasing him, she glanced at him and didn't say anything, and began to enjoy her own delicious meal. Xue Xiang's table ordered a lot of food, and the restaurant specially gave them silver tableware. Originally, Lao Mo had been using silver tableware in the early days, for some reason (what did you say, dear reader), the tableware was lost rapidly, and Lao Mo gradually could not bear the loss, and later he replaced it with ordinary tableware. Liu Ying'er carefully put a piece of golden grilled fish and put it in her mouth. In an instant, the rich milk fragrance rushed to the heart, and the sweet molecules jumped on every taste bud. The buttered grilled fish is really delicious, and the brat really can enjoy it!

The dishes were presented one by one. Xue Xiang knew that Liu Ying'er had a small appetite. He would move most of her dishes, otherwise she would be full before the noodles were served. Wouldn't it be a pity? After eating a meal for more than an hour, Liu Ying'er put down her knife and fork early, supported her beautiful head with her little hands, and looked at Xue Xiang gently chewed the case. She stared at Xue Xiang as if she was playing tricks and drank the last drop of cream mushroom soup, and then smiled with satisfaction: I deserve it, let's hold on, see if you know how to save money in the future.

Xue Xiang drank the last sip of soup and looked up and saw Liu Ying'er wiping her mouth. The snow-white paper rubbed her rosy and plump lips, which was so beautiful.

"You're ready to eat now, I'm only half full." Xue Xiang was a little surprised. Most of Liu Ying'er's four or five plates of food were eaten by him, so why did he get full?

Liu Ying'er was even more surprised and said in surprise: "Oh my God, aren't you full yet?"

Xue Xiang nodded and said, "I'm just 30% full." He didn't lie. It seemed that he had eliminated seven or eight plates of food, but Western food is usually a large plate of snacks. With his three pounds of dry goods, how can he be full?

"Let's stop asking for it, why don't we go to another place to eat?" Liu Ying'er felt a little distressed. She had seen the price of the vegetables and carefully estimated that this meal would cost at least thirty or forty yuan. What's going on?

Xue Xiang was speechless. He asked himself that he had reached the realm of having money and nowhere to spend money, but the fairy with fireworks in front of him didn't know that he could not say "I'm a ten thousand yuan household, this little money, a small case", that's what a price drop. Xue Xiang was about to agree, but a noise suddenly appeared in a corner of the restaurant, and then he heard the crackling sound of porcelain plates breaking.

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"What? Do you dare to grab the dish I ordered?" Yin Jinghua looked disdainful. The slippery white shirt pulled the buttons, revealing her long-haired chest staring at the person, and her feet were covered with broken disk fragments.

"Okay, okay, so brave, can't we get anything that our Tian Shao values? You are not in the Sijiu City to inquire about what our Tian Shao is? I think you are tired of life." A young man with long-faced face in his trousers and shirt held a lit cigarette in his hand, plucking the ashes at Yin Jinghua and the other hand was holding a porcelain plate full of dishes, and he walked around behind him, as if he was afraid that the ashes would get stuck.
Chapter completed!