It was said seriously that this was the first official Western meal that Chen Song had eaten.

Grilli is worthy of being the top restaurant in Iceland. People who come here to eat here will not say whether they are rich or not. They are all well-prepared for etiquette. Men’s suits and ties, women’s makeup is exquisite, and even dogs with bow tie and hair spray are worn by someone.

In comparison, Chen Song is a bit too casual, wearing a windbreaker with jeans, which is a bit alternative.

He whispered to Kevin Dick: "Hey man, do you have to wear formal clothes for dinner at this restaurant?"

This is about respect. Some Western restaurants have requirements for customers to dress, so if customers can't stand this, they can't go. If they go, they have to abide by other people's rules.

Kevin Dick said: "There is no requirement, but you know, this restaurant is good after all, and people who come here to eat will clean up because they may encounter business partners or something."

Chen Song didn't listen much, and he felt relieved when he heard that he didn't ask for his dress.

A waiter pushed a small dining cart to them, and the dining cart was made into a wine rack, and of course it was indeed full of wine.

Kevin Dick is in charge of ordering food, and Chen Song is now a VIP guest and is offered as a statue of god.

The Western food was served very slowly. It took twenty minutes to get the first dish to be delivered. At the same time, the waiter took out a bottle of wine from the wine rack and poured half a cup of it together.

Chen Song looked at it and found that his portion was a porcelain plate. The plate was not small, but there were very few things. He only had a small orange-red pancake the size of a palm, with a spoonful of caviar on it, and four small chrysanthemums on it.

Kevin Dick introduced it to him: "This is an original dish in the restaurant, with caviar with crab patties, Vince, you can eat it with flowers, it tastes pretty good."

Chen Song suddenly realized that the small pancake was a crab meat patty, and he thought it was a meat patty made of fruit jam.

He tasted it. Although the food was small and it was really exquisite, and eating it with flowers was a unique experience. After eating it, there was a faint fragrance in his mouth.

The second dish was another big plate. This time there was only one small tomato on the plate. It seemed that it had been peeled and cooked, with some cream on it.

Similarly, this time I accompanied it with half a glass of wine and a glass of clear water.

The young and beautiful waiter smiled and introduced: "Sir, these are tomatoes grown from our own greenhouse cultivation plantation. The taste has been further refined by air-dried and smoked. Please taste it and hope you like it."

Chen Song smiled, it's so cruel, this restaurant is so cruel, a small tomato is a dish? It's also cultivated by your own greenhouse? Why, your greenhouse also has a spirit gathering talisman? Are these tomatoes rich in spiritual energy?

It is a slander, but the tomato tastes really good. Its only feature is that it is full of tomatoes. As Chen Song ate it, he remembered the just-ripe tomatoes picked in his own vegetable garden during the summer vacation. The same taste was the same.

Later, no matter tomatoes, cucumbers and even fruits, because they were all quick-growing products, it made him feel like he had lost the taste of the ingredients themselves.

In a word, now there is no steamed bun smell, pork smells no pork smell, and peanut oil has no peanut smell, but women have become more feminine.

In this way, he raised his eyebrows at Kevin Dick and said, "It's good, it smells of memories."

For him, the taste of any delicacy is not as good as the taste of memories, so such a small tomato made him feel that it was worth spending money in this restaurant.

Kevin Dick said with admiration: "To be honest, you are a real nobleman. Most people, including me, can't eat anything from this dish. Maybe I tell you how I feel. You will laugh at me. I think spending money on this dish is just buying services."

Chen Song wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin and smiled: "I'm not aristocratic, but the taste of this dish reminds me of my youth, so I said it was very good."

The other dishes came on and on, with chicken liver paste, with chocolate and juice inside, and crispy egg skin on the outer layer. If Kevin Dick didn't introduce it, he would have thought it was a small piece of egg skin wrapped in ice cream.

Next is the favorite among Iceland's people. Cod is indispensable in local Western food. The restaurant has strawberry and lobster sauce, which is really good.

The main dish is a soup with potato flour soft bread dipped in herb-flavored butter and sorrow salmon sauce. Chen Song’s memory of this dish is that the plate is very beautiful.

Yes, this soup dish is also served on a plate, so when he dipped it in the sauce, he felt like he used steamed buns to dip the soup when he was a child.

This way he laughed again, and it was good to eat memories again.

After eating a portion of roast lamb, the waiter brought a small charcoal basin, took out a piece of red charcoal from it and put it on a plate.

Chen Song laughed: "Do we want to eat charcoal? It tastes good."

The red charcoal smelled like sandalwood. After it entered the plate, the snow-white plate began to melt slowly. Kevin Dick smiled and said, "This is Arctic snow ice cream. The chef of the restaurant has made improvements and used charcoal fire to wake it up."

What else can Chen Song say besides spreading his hands? Isn’t this a fool? Is ice cream not red wine, so it still has to wake up?

The ice cream only has a layer of ice on the surface. After the charcoal is burned, the waiter takes away the charcoal and sprinkles some bits of honey on it, like a small yellow diamond.

Chen Song thought this was the last dessert, but after eating ice cream, he served the dessert and directly brought a bright red rose.

However, the stamens were removed and replaced by a red cream ball. After taking a bite, he felt it was too sweet, so he shook his head and shot it into the cold palace.

This meal took nearly two hours in total, and Chen Song became even hungry after finishing it!

The main reason is that the amount of dishes is too small, and to be honest, the chef is indeed very skilled. Each dish exerts the charm of the ingredients and has a very outstanding taste.

If he eats less and becomes more attractive, it would be strange if he is not hungry!

But Kevin Dick arranged for him to go to a nightclub to have fun. The car drove to a stone carved second-story building in the city center. Its main door was the security check door. After entering, a big man came up and searched his body briefly, and then invited them in respectfully.

The small building is elegant and elegant, and it is impossible to tell that it is a nightclub. There are exquisite oil paintings hanging on the walls and Renaissance stone sculptures in the hall, which is very cultural.

Kevin Dick took him to wait for the elevator. The elevator door opened and it looked like an iron cage inside, with a very primitive style. After Chen Song went in, he remembered the two Yin and Yang cry that he locked up.

The elevator slowly descended, and soon the door opened again. As the door opened, a loud sound wave came towards them, hitting them like a flood. Did Chen Song ever see this world? He subconsciously took a step back on the spot!
Chapter completed!