Yan Murong's regretful intestines were almost green, if he didn't have to rely on his face to eat, he would really slap himself a few times first.

Cheap, tell you to be cheap again, don't eat a good French meal, what the fuck is American Western food? What is the long history of sixty years?

Looking at the foreign uncle with white hair and white beard, wearing an apron, and grinning at him, Yan Murong regretted not being at the beginning.

The expression on Mojana's face became even more strange, and she was silent for a long time before pointing to the red signboard with FKC and the foreign master and asking. "This is what you call a 60-year-old American restaurant?"

"I'm not wrong." Yan Murong whispered with an embarrassed face.

"It's okay, I haven't eaten this yet."

To Yan Murong's surprise, a smile instantly bloomed on Mo Jiana's face, and she looked at Uncle KFC with a look that seemed to be very interested.

"Haven't you eaten it before?" Yan Murong asked.

"I haven't eaten it." Morgana nodded and said. "These things are not good food in the eyes of the French, so very few people come to eat them - of course, the working-class people still like it."

"Then let's go eat." Yan Murong said. "But you're in for a treat."

Mo Jiana stopped talking, pushed the door and walked in, looked at the layout of the store with interest, and then walked over to the bar where she ordered.

"Welcome, what do you two need to eat?" The waitress at the bar greeted the two politely, but she was a little surprised. The clothes worn by the man and woman were clearly not supposed to be in such a place. The woman's long dress was not recognizable, but the suit on the man's body was Versace's latest winter coat this year, which she had just seen from a magazine two days ago.

Wearing a suit worth tens of thousands of dollars to eat KFC is really weird.

"You can help me." Mo Jiana looked at Yan Murong and said with a smile. "I don't know what to order."

"Okay, then you translate." Yan Murong smiled and ordered three hamburgers, two chicken rolls, two boxes of egg tarts, and two cups of Coke.

"So much, I can't eat it." Morgana said.

"It's for me to eat." Yan Murong smiled embarrassedly. "You and I haven't ordered it yet."

“――”

It's already ten o'clock in the evening, but for Paris, a city with a lot of people, it's clear that night is the favorite time for countless men and women.

This KFC restaurant is large, divided into two floors, and many seats are occupied by pairs of young men and women, eating food and laughing with each other quietly.

Looking at Mo Jiana, who was sitting across from him and gulping down a hamburger, Yan Murong felt that he was a pure Miss worldview killer. Of course, this young lady is not referring to that kind of profession, but to a delicate daughter from a large family.

When he was in Hong Kong, he took Teng Xiangling and Dong Wuyan to eat donkey meat and roast, and in Yanjing, he took Su Qingwu to eat stinky tofu noodles and roadside barbecue. Now, he has brought Mojana, the eldest lady of a daily chemical giant family, to eat KFC.

Yan Murong ordered a lot of things, but he couldn't stop him from eating quickly, and soon, the food on the tray in front of Yan Murong was wiped out by him, and he poured two sips of Coke, and then he was satisfied with a burp.

Our classmate Yan Murong has always felt that he is a very satisfying person, giving him delicacies from the mountains and seas to eat, and giving him cabbage and cold boiled water.

Looking at Mo Jiana, who had eliminated the hamburger and was sipping Coke, Yan Murong said. "When you're full of food and drink, you seem to owe me a bet, don't you?"

"You really want to know?" Mo Jiana put down the cup in her hand and looked at Yan Murong seriously for a long time before she said. "It's not a good thing for you to know - you said I'm a thick black woman, and if I told you everything, wouldn't it make you think I'm going to use you for something?"

"Do I look stupid?" Yan Murong chuckled. "If I don't want to be used by you, you should never want to take advantage of me. I'm a stingy man, you should know -- in our Huaxia words, there is no three-point profit, and it is definitely not early. ”

"I can see it." Mo Jiana sighed, looked at Yan Murong, and said with a serious face. "From these few negotiations with you, I know who you are - but you are a very conflicted person. I've seen your report that you can venture into the forest to find pathogens for dozens of villagers, it's chivalry. However, when you negotiate with me, you are full of the copper stench of interests - the righteous knight or the greedy landlord, which is the real you? ”

"I have to warn you that you're going too far." Yan Murong said with a smile. "You pay back your bet first, and I'll tell you which one is the real me."

"Well, looks like you really want to know." Morgana laughed too. "It's just that I don't understand, what can you do when you know it? Our deal was just a way for me to turn down my marriage to Larson. ”

"I can answer your question." Yan Murong leaned back in the chair, clasped his hands behind his head, and said. "Now I am the greedy landlord in your mouth -- since the landlord is greedy, then he naturally has to find a way to get more benefits."

"Benefits need to be exchanged." Morgana said. "What can you give me?"

"Then it depends on what you want." Yan Murong said. "But judging by the current situation, you don't seem to be playing against your brother Vincent."

"Don't say, let me guess." Yan Murong interrupted what Mo Jiana was about to say and continued. "This is probably a very bloody story, about the future heir of a big family."

"There is a strange rule in this family, which is that the heirs have always been predominantly female. However, in the younger generation of this family, there are two sisters and brothers, the elder sister is the heir to the throne, and the younger brother is not reconciled, and covets this position all the time - so he has to find a way to marry his sister off. Of course, in this kind of family, in order to ensure that the heir is a woman, a son-in-law must be recruited. Of course, the younger brother didn't want to do this, so he found someone who was not enough for him to be his son-in-law in terms of identity and background to be his brother-in-law. ”

"In this way, when my sister marries that person, the identity of the heir will fall on him."

"How? Is my story okay? Yan Murong asked with a smile.

"Sounds like that." Mojana asked quietly. "It's just that I'm curious, why do you think that?"

"Am I wrong?" Yan Murong looked surprised. "No, that's what is written in third-rate novels."

PS: This is yesterday's fifth watch, although it has passed twelve o'clock, but it is still yesterday.