The atmosphere in the spacious Rolls-Royce car is extraordinarily quiet.

Morgana held a glass of red wine in her hand, shook it gently, and her eyes were staring at the swirl in the glass, not knowing what she was thinking.

"I'm tired and hungry." Yan Murong broke the silence in the car and said. "I heard that the French meal is delicious, as a landlord, should you invite me to eat?"

"What do you want to eat?" Mo Jiana's gaze moved away from the wine glass, looked up at Yan Murong and asked.

"Anything, I'm not a picky eater." Yan Murong said with a smile.

"Marshall, go to the Arc de Triomphe." Morgana shouted to the driver.

The Arc de Triomphe is not the iconic building, but a western restaurant located under the Eiffel Tower.

When Yan Murong got out of the car and saw the rows of luxury cars in the parking lot, he knew that the general white-collar class of this Western restaurant could not afford to enjoy it.

Every country has an upper class, and of course, in Europe, the distinction between the upper and lower classes is even more pronounced. The most obvious example is that even if it is a small western restaurant, as long as you don't wear a suit and tie, then sorry, you can't enter.

Fortunately, Yan Murong wore a suit today, otherwise he would really have to eat at the food stalls on the street.

The restaurant is elegant, quiet and stylish, but the prices are ridiculously high.

Led by the waiter, the two came to a table and sat down, and the waiter lit the candle on the table, and after asking about the food, he bowed and left.

After the waiter left, Yan Murong lay on the table, holding his chin with one hand, and looked at Mo Jiana with a smile on his face.

"What are you looking at?" Morgana asked.

"Didn't look at anything, just thinking about something." Yan Murong said with a smile.

"What do you think?"

"Miss you - you kissed me just now, and you will be responsible for me."

“——”

Seeing that Mo Jiana didn't speak, Yan Murong sat up and said. "Actually, I'm wondering what your family thinks - besides, I want to say that you are such a thick woman."

"Why do you say that?" Morgana asked.

"Do you have to make it clear?" Yan Murong stared at Mo Jiana with a smile and said. "You already knew I was going to challenge him, didn't you? So, when I wanted him to challenge, you ran up to me and kissed me - not because I'm your man, of course, but because you want him to lose face completely. ”

"Think about it, who is he? Larson Capet, a French landmaker. For people like them, sometimes it's more important than face. I challenged him, he hesitated, and then you stood up to stop me, and it worked—I said to him, you saved his life. What do you think? Are you happy now? ”

"A man is going to be saved by a woman at such a time, and it is estimated that he will never forget this shame in his life."

"You know, I didn't think I'd take advantage of you." Mo Jiana stroked the hair in front of her forehead, looked at Yan Murong seriously, and said. "We're trading, you give me what I want you, I'll give you what you want, it's as simple as that."

"Then what you just said is also a transaction?" Yan Murong asked with a smile.

"What did I say?"

"You say I'm your man, and you say you're mine tonight, is that a deal?"

"Do you think you can get me?" Morgana asked rhetorically.

"I don't know." Yan Murong shrugged his shoulders and said. "It's up to you to have credibility."

"You have a wife."

"It's okay, I can make the occasional mistake that a man would make."

Mo Jiana was a little speechless for a while, but fortunately, the waiter began to serve the food at this time, which can be regarded as relieving her embarrassment.

"It's the French meal you want to eat." Mo Jiana pointed to the plate in front of Yan Murong and said. "Mango grilled eel."

"It smells good." Yan Murong nodded and asked. "Don't tell me you ordered this dish."

"And baked snails and steaks." Morgana said. "These three are the signature dishes here."

"Then why don't we go together?" Yan Murong asked.

As a result, the expression on Mo Jiana's face began to become strange, and she looked at Yan Murong as if she were looking at an alien.

"Is there blood on my face?" Yan Murong put up the spoon and took advantage of the reflection on it to shine a light, and found that there was nothing on his face.

"Nope." Morgana shook her head.

"Then why are you looking at me like that?" Yan Murong asked strangely.

"Nothing." Morgana said. "I just want to know, have you ever eaten Western food before?"

"Of course I did." Yan Murong was even more strange. "What do you mean by that?"

"Since you've eaten it, why do you ask me such a question?" Morgana said with a smile. "The rule of authentic French and Western food is that after the guest has finished eating one dish, the chef will cook another dish for you. This way, you won't be confused with your palate, and you don't have to worry about the food getting cold – in case you didn't know, French chefs value their cooking more than life. In Huaxia, what you can't eat can be leftover, and then the rest is dumped into the trash. But in France, if you have food left on your plate, the chef will think that you are not satisfied with the food he has made, and you may even commit suicide if you are a little more extreme. ”

"Your country's cooks are good at making suicide bombs." Yan Murong said with a smile. "If someone says the president of the United States says that his food is not delicious, do you think he will tie up a bomb and go to the president of the United States to settle the score?"

"You're out of the way." Morgana chuckled and shook her head. "I'm just telling you how to eat authentic French food. You said you've eaten Western food, and I'm skeptical – of course, Western restaurants in Huaxia aren't authentic. ”

"I eat American-Western food." Yan Murong said defensively. "And that Western restaurant has a history of more than 60 years, it is a time-honored brand, why is it not authentic?"

"Huaxia also has such a Western restaurant?" Mo Jiana looked at Yan Murong with a look of surprise. "Why didn't I know there were such Western restaurants in the United States?"

"Then you're short of knowledge." Yan Murong smiled. "You aristocrats, you clothes all day long, stretch out your hands and eat to open your mouth, and you have to open the car door for others, and your lazy muscles hurt. How is it possible to have time to go out and eat what these civilians eat? So, it's normal that you don't know. ”

"I want to know where this western restaurant is." Morgana asked.

"In Huaxia." Yan Murong said, thought about it, and added. "Every city in China has this chain of Western restaurants, of course, there are also in France, and I saw one just now."

"Take me there." Mo Jiana put down the knife and fork in her hand, stood up, pulled Yan Murong and dragged it towards the door.

"Hey, I haven't eaten yet." Yan Murong looked at the fish on the plate and asked with a depressed expression. "Can you pack it?"