Nie Qing drove the car and quickly arrived at today's destination, the ZR studio on the street of the Palais-Royal in Paris.

The two stood at the door and gently rang the doorbell, and soon a good-looking girl from the front desk came to open the door, "Good morning, is it Miss Mu and Miss Nie?"

Nie Qing replied softly, "Hello, we have an appointment for Mrs. Taylor's interview at half past eight. ”

The girl at the front desk nodded, and led Mu Sheng and Nie Qing to the reception room on the second floor, "Mrs. Taylor is preparing breakfast now, you can sit down and wait for a while." ”

While the other girl handed over two cups of rich black tea, the cups were the classic French court cup style, which looked gorgeous and elegant.

Although the girl said that it was a reception room, this reception room was gorgeously decorated, with all kinds of delicate and beautiful murals hanging on the walls, gorgeous and delicate chandeliers fishing in the air on the second floor, and even the chairs where Mu Sheng and Nie Qing were sitting were gorgeous sofa chairs.

Fortunately, the table is an ordinary small wooden round table.

While Nie Qing and Mu Sheng were waiting, a silver-haired old lady who looked to be in her 60s walked in with a dining cart, dressed in ordinary plain clothes and wearing an apron, and the dining cart was filled with a sumptuous classic French breakfast and exquisite desserts, salads, bread and fried eggs, all of which looked rich.

Seeing such a sumptuous breakfast, Mu Sheng, who had only drunk a glass of milk, felt that the worms in his stomach had come out, not to mention Nie Qing, who had not eaten breakfast, secretly swallowed his saliva, "Hello, old man, is this for us?"

The silver-haired old lady said with a kind face, "Yes, this is the breakfast that Madame Taylor has provided for you. As he spoke, his hands trembled and wanted to pick up the food on the dining car, Mu Sheng and Nie Qing hurriedly got up to help the old lady put the food on the table one by one.

The old lady smiled and frowned, "Thank you." ”

"It's okay, it should be. Mu Sheng helped the old lady push the cart to the door of the reception room, and was a little grateful, "Please help us to thank Mrs. Taylor for providing us with such a wonderful breakfast." ”

The old lady nodded, looking a little kind, "Please enjoy this beautiful breakfast to the fullest." ”

When Mu Sheng returned to the table, he saw that Nie Qing had already forked the omelette and mushrooms on the plate, "It tastes good, Mrs. Taylor is really good!"

Seeing this, Mu Sheng also picked up the golden croissant, took a bite, and exclaimed a little, "Wow, it's delicious!" The fluffy texture, the natural plant taste, and the just right amount of sweetness.

Nie Qing watched Mu Sheng quickly finish half of the croissant, his eyes widened slightly, and he pulled Mu Sheng's plate and reminded, "You have to wait for an interview, keep in shape, and you are not allowed to eat!"

Mu Sheng looked at the two plates in front of Nie Qing greedily, with a bit of accusation in his eyes, "Nie Qing, you are going too far." But he reluctantly put down his fork and watched Nie Qing finish these breakfasts with relish.

Fortunately, the food pushed over by the old lady was exquisite and simple, and the quantity was not very large, and when most of it was eaten by Nie Qing, Mu Sheng could only drink some black tea and eat bread.

After Mu Sheng and the two finished eating, a girl came to clean up the plates, and when she saw the dishes that were eaten cleanly, a few traces of satisfaction flashed in her eyes.

At this time, the silver-haired old lady who had just pushed the dining cart suddenly changed into a gorgeous and elegant dress, wearing this dark blue hat, Shi Shiran walked in, and saw the old lady who had changed her dress, Nie Qing and Mu Sheng were a little surprised on their faces, and then glanced at each other, as if they were exchanging some information.

Mu Sheng asked with a bit of temptation, "Hello, are you Mrs. Taylor?"

The silver-haired old lady smiled, "You guessed it, I'm Kattisha Taylor, but I think Mrs. Taylor's name may be even louder than my own name." ”

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