Inside the palace-like dining room---

In the silence of the surroundings, two rows of more than twenty servants dressed in the costumes of Russian aristocratic attendants, respectfully stood on either side, and in the middle was a long huge dining table.

On the huge dining table, silver metal candlesticks are placed.

The white candles, the thickness of a child's arm, at this moment, swayed with dazzling light, reflecting the delicacies on the table--- jam black tea, cream refreshments, Russian tea cakes, Kiev chicken, mushroom soup, borscht, caviar steamed mountain eggs, etc.

Russians love sour, sweet, spicy and salty dishes. Therefore, sour cream, cottage cheese, lemon, chili, pickled cucumber, onion, white tower oil, cumin, bay leaf are used as seasonings in cooking.

As for the most expensive main course on the table this time, that is caviar--- Russian caviar is divided into two types: red caviar and black caviar. The most prized is black caviar. Caviar should be eaten with a metal spoon, because the Russians say that this will spoil the aroma of the caviar. The most authentic way to eat it in Russia is to use shells as a soup spoon and eat it straight to the mouth.

At this moment, General Yorkoff has not yet come out, and Eva, dressed in a Russian-style brown and yellow floral dress, is sitting at the table with her child, Little Alexander, and is feeding Alexander caviar with a shell spoon.

Song Zhichao changed into casual clothes and walked over, with a white shirt on the upper body and spacious black trousers underneath, looking neat and capable.

Song Zhichao glanced at the huge dining table, and did not find an empty seat to sit down, but walked straight over and sat down next to Alexander.

With a small white tablecloth tied around his neck, little Alexander, who was eating caviar, felt that someone was sitting next to him, so he turned his head, with black caviar on the corner of his mouth, blinked his cute eyes, and looked at Song Zhichao curiously.

Song Zhichao smiled at him, picked up the cloth on the dining table, and helped little Alexander wipe the corners of his mouth.

Little Alexander laughed, giggled, and didn't recognize Song Zhichao at all.

Looking at the child's innocent and romantic smile, Song Zhichao had a bitter stomach, two years, two years, he didn't even know that there was a child.

In his previous life, Song Zhichao was born as an orphan, for him, the most bitter thing in his previous life was that he didn't know who his biological parents were, and he didn't know what father's love was, what mother's love was, and the only thing that was good to him was the old director of the orphanage, and the old aunt who cooked in the kitchen.

Many times, Song Zhichao would stand guard at the door of the orphanage, watching the children who were picked up from the orphanage by their biological parents, as well as the children who were adopted and adopted, watching them happily leave the orphanage with toys in their hands, and walk towards the arms of "parents" and a new life.

A year has passed, two years have passed, three years have passed.

He could only stand at the door, watching the other children happily shouting "Mommy" and "Daddy" with envy.

Such a scene made him envious, and he could only conjure up his own father and mother in his dreams--- and when he woke up, the pillow was full of damp tears.

Therefore, Song Zhichao understands the bitterness and sadness of losing his parents, and at this moment, looking at his son Alexander, Song Zhichao's heart is full of unspeakable love.

Next to her, Eva, who was feeding little Alexander, seemed to understand Song Zhichao's thoughts, so she smiled and said to little Alexander: "Call Dad." After speaking, he snorted at Song Zhichao.

Little Alexander froze for a moment, as if he didn't understand what this word meant, just looked at Song Zhichao, then at Eva, and finally stuffed his brain into Eva's arms.

A trace of regret flashed on Song Zhichao's face, and he was about to speak, but Eva picked up little Alexander's face from his arms, and then looked at his dark and bright eyes and said, "He is your father, and he is also the person who loves you the most and loves you the most!"

Little Alexander was still very young, obviously not quite understanding these words, but Eva's words made Song Zhichao feel sad for a while.

Love?

What have you done as a father?

Have you ever hugged him?

Have you ever kissed him?

Or have you read him bedside stories, washed his little hands and feet?

None of them!

Couldn't help it, Song Zhichao reached out to touch little Alexander's brain, at this time, with a cough, he saw General Yorkef walking in from outside, who had changed his clothes.

General Yorkoff wore a very traditional formal attire--- knee-length pullover colored shirt and thin-legged trousers, and almost wore a traditional Russian felt hat.

"Come, dear Alexander, come to me!" Yorkoff glanced at Song Zhichao very unhappily, and then said to the child with a kind face.

Obviously, Yorkoff is so good to children that it can even be described as "doting", so much so that when he heard Yorkew's call, little Alexander immediately slipped out of his mother Eva's arms, staggered his calves, opened his little hands, and ran towards old Yorkeff.

"Oh, my little darling!" Before little Alexander could run to his side, Yorkoff had already crouched down, picked him up, and kissed the child's face again and again, and pampered him very much.

It seems that in order to deliberately anger Song Zhichao, General Yorkoff deliberately sat far away with little Alexander in his arms, and sat directly opposite Song Zhichao.

Little Alexander pulled the beard on York's mouth with his small hands, giggling, usually not very good-tempered, and the tiger-like Yorkev was not even angry, and even used a knife and fork to fork a piece of apple, stuffed it into the child, saying that eating more fruit is good for the body.

Song Zhichao watched York's demonstrative performance, crying and laughing, watching the cute child arch in his arms, and even a little jealous.

......

Fleeting ---

The wine has passed three rounds, and the dishes have passed five flavors.

"Alright, dear Song. This is a dinner party I have prepared especially for you, it is all Russian-style food, I don't know if it suits your taste?" Yokov put down his knife and fork, picked up a glass of vodka, and asked Song Zhichao while drinking.

Song Zhichao picked up the napkin next to him, wiped his mouth, and said, "Thank you for your hospitality, I ate very well." ”

Yorkoff nodded, glancing at little Alexander, who was now snuggling up in Eva's arms again--- little Alexander was dozing off and might be a little tired today.

"Eva, take him to bed, children can grow healthier when they get enough sleep. Yokof said.

Eva nodded, and the maid next to her stepped forward to help her pack some things, and Eva was about to get up with the baby in her arms, when there was a noise outside---

"Sir, you can't go in!"

"Sir, I haven't been informed, please stay!"

"Haha!" said an arrogant voice, "what else do you want to report? I am old friends with Yorkoff! I heard that he has a good friend this time, so I will also come to meet him, and join in the fun!"

As he spoke, he saw a burly, man, cloaked, and arrogant man with two people breaking in.