When he was at the airport before, Davenral Valmar didn't mention that there would be such a welcome ceremony at home, I don't know if he wanted to surprise his friends, or if he thought it was a matter of course.

Zhang Nan didn't delve into the reason, but he was still a little awkward about such a formal welcome ceremony for the Varma family.

Prince, this is just to add a layer of diplomatic protection when necessary to international exchanges, but it is not intended that friends greet him with this awkward suffix.

I often satirize the decay and feudal remnants of the royal family of the declining monarchies of the West, calling them parasites, do you want to put yourself in it?

Isn't that scolding yourself!

In the end, at Zhang Nan's insistence, the old Walma removed the suffix of "His Royal Highness the Prince", and Mr. Allen listened to it more pleasantly.

At the end of the welcome ceremony, a group of people divided into two groups, Zhang Nan and others entered the main building of the palace: there were nearly 100 people brought on this trip, and the Varma family was a big business, and there was no big problem to settle down, but it was not good to arrange all of them in the main house as VIPs.

More than 70 of them were sent to a newly built high-end retinue apartment a few hundred meters to the west, which was built in reference to the high-standard rural resort hotels in South India.

The same scenery there is very good, the hygiene and accommodation conditions are better than most motels in the United States, with a three-story single-row building, a modern restaurant, a kitchen, and more than 100 people.

The year before it was just built, there were usually two servants who cleaned, washed and sunned, and when a large group of people came, they would send some well-trained servants, and they would also transfer some hotel employees who belonged to their own people from outside the territory to do chores.

There is no way to arrange this way, the difference in rank and reception requirements between the original masters and servants in India is very different, and the original facilities in the palace will have no problem with the king of the land who will travel with hundreds of people.

However, in recent years, the Varma family has become more in line with international standards, and some friends come with a large group of entourage, so it is obviously not polite to let those foreign attachés who are equivalent to Kshatriya live in the original "attaché servants' room".

The renovation and renovation of the original servants' quarters in the manor is an option, but it has not been many years since the last renovation there, and it is better to build a new house to cope with this situation.

The Varma family is not short of money, so let's build it.

The outer bodyguards and attendants were arranged to go to the retinue building, which was in better condition than the motels in the United States, and there was nothing to be dissatisfied with.

As for Xiang Weirong, Guan Xingquan and others, needless to say, proper VIPs, the host's family has arranged eight servants for each of them to serve, and even Alyosha, Mark Brothers and others have their own followers.

The bodyguards don't like to be in the service, but it's easy to pass on the word and lead the way, and the palace is so big that you can get lost, especially for first-time visitors.

Dinner was scheduled three hours later, a 10-and-a-half-hour time difference from New York, and after settling into the large suite where he had previously stayed, Zhang Nan asked Tom, the butler, and two attendants, as well as 16 Indian servants, to leave.

He needed to take a nap and let Padida, who had been serving him before, call himself for two hours.

The master's family arranged four men, four women and eight servants for Zhang Nan, and Yasuko Sawaguchi had eight maids.

When the people left, Zhang Nan went to the bathroom to wash his face, and then flushed his feet, intending to make up for sleep.

As soon as I came out, I saw Yasuko Sawaguchi, who was stepping on the new carpet with her bare feet, looking at the scenery outside the window, and said, "Why don't you take a break?"

The dinner party here lasts a long time, and there are all kinds of performances, so beware of yawning when the time comes. ”

"Don't be sleepy, we'll be later. Yasuko Sawaguchi turned around, "I think it's strange, I will listen to you when I leave the airport, and what I saw outside, I thought I saw Internachonaire, but in a blink of an eye, I broke into the Middle Ages."

It's so strange how these two impossible situations could coexist at the same time, and it doesn't look like a conflict. ”

Zhang Nan got on the classical shelf bed, covered it with a blanket, and said to the woman: "So there is a saying that there is an earth in the universe, and there is a place called India." ”

After speaking, lean on the comfortable pillow and seize the time to sleep.

Two hours later, Tom and Pardida came to the suite, and Zhang Nan got up and went to take a shower, after which a group of servants changed him and Yasuko Sawaguchi into the clothes they wore to the dinner.

They were all brought before, Zhang Nan was wearing a long shirt and loose trousers in the style of an old Indian aristocracy, and brown soft-soled shoes.

Yasuko Sawaguchi was so beautiful after changing her clothes that she was bubbling, she actually changed into a red-toned sari, and it was the first time Zhang Nan had seen her wear it like this.

Seeing Zhang Nan's eyes, Yasuko Sawaguchi smiled and said, "Martha said that I might look good in Shari, so I went to order two sets, how about it?"

"It's good, it's better than in the photos. ”

Yasuko Sawaguchi was stunned, "What photo?"

"It's nothing, it's pretty anyway. Walked, beware of tripping, wearing this walk can not be fast. ”

Zhang Nan directly diverted the topic: I saw a photo of her wearing a sari in my previous life, but it didn't seem to be as beautiful as it is today, probably because of the color.

Yasuko Sawaguchi didn't ask much, so she went to the banquet hall surrounded by a group of people.

It's still the same as last time, with a two-person table sharing system, that is, most of today's dishes are seafood except for roast lamb.

Kerala is close to the sea, and the Varma family also eats marine fish and seafood, and is not vegetarian like some Brahmins, who are extremely traditional, except for milk.

Knowing that Zhang Nan hates curry, except for the roasted whole lamb using a lot of spices, the dishes are basically Western-style, with fewer spices, more roasted, and no cream.

The prawn balls made of fresh sea prawns nearly arm-length are slightly spicy, and the broccoli is a bit of a Chinese cuisine.

The flounder is grilled, but fortunately it is big enough, otherwise if the meat is not thick enough, the Wamal family who use knives and forks will probably not be able to eat it, unless they catch it directly with their hands.

There is also a dish that Zhang Nan likes very much: roast pigeons, which taste a little bit of Cantonese roast meat, and the appetite is great.

Whoever says that Indians don't eat pigeons, many Brahmins like this bite, but looking at the knife on the neck of the roasted pigeon, they obviously don't know that the pigeon is going to drown.

The best champagne and wine to accompany the meal, Valmar's family can't help alcoholic beverages, on the contrary, they like it, and among the gifts brought by Zhang Nan this time, there are hundreds of cases of high-quality wine from France, California and Australia.

Watching singing and dancing while eating, when the wine is hot, the exciting sword and shield fighting performance replaces the song and dance.

Stimulating, the sound of sparks splashing and swords colliding stimulates the nerves of the host and guests, and it is energetic!

Zhang Nan watched the performance, and heard a short conversation in dialect between Xiang Weirong and Guan Xingquan at the next table, and almost didn't squirt out the wine in his mouth.

"Xingquan, I suddenly thought of something, it's a little interesting. ”

"What?"

"There is a kind of restaurant that must not have a market in India!"

"What hotel, what hotel?"

"Hot pot restaurant. ”

"Hot Pot Restaurant ?..."

Guan Xingquan was gnawing on the roasted pigeon legs, looking at the performers who were slashing each other with sharp knives, and by the way, he habitually observed the surrounding situation, and his mind didn't think much about Xiang Weirong's words, and his tone was questioning.

He also eats quite boldly, and everyone eats like this, which is not rude.

"Indians eat with their hands, how do you say the hot pot restaurant is open here?"

Guan Xingquan's face was still serious, but Zhang Nan, who turned to look, found that his hand grabbing the pigeon's leg seemed to be a little harder, probably laughing like himself.

Okay, my brother-in-law occasionally makes a bit of a fuss, but it makes sense!

Running to India to open a hot pot restaurant must be self-defeating, even if those Indian social elites will use knives and forks, but they can't eat hot pot.

As for the hands...

Forget it, there is no vinegar in the hot pot, and few people can play the drama of fishing copper coins in a hot oil pot, so don't say it.

.。 Writing Chinese Network M.