Xiaobao lay in bed for half a day and couldn't sleep. The more you drink German beer, the more mellow and flavorful it becomes. The German sausage is also very good, and there are large pieces of pork in it that the stomach is so swollen that Xiaobao does not feel sleepy at all.

The bedroom door opened silently, and Ulyanova walked in like a ghost.

Xiaobao lay motionless on the bed and watched her climb onto the bed and kneel beside Xiaobao.

Ulyanova stretched out her hand and pinched Xiaobao's chin and said, "Didn't you say that you would throw me into the Songhua River to feed the king?" How do I look at you more and more? ”

When Xiaobao got up the next day, he saw that it was already one o'clock in the morning, so he quickly got up and got dressed.

He had to go to the Tulip Hotel a little earlier to find Mikhailov. Now Mikhailov has nothing on him, and Xiaobao is afraid that he will do something else in a hurry.

Xiaobao rushed into the bathroom, hastily washed his face, and came out. He knocked on Ulyanova's door for a long time, and Ulyanova walked out.

As soon as Ulyanova went out, she gently grabbed Xiaobao's arm.

When a cold woman becomes enthusiastic, it is really unbearable.

"There's no time, it's going to be ten o'clock when you leave the Tulip Hotel now. Just invited Mikhailov to dinner. Xiaobao said impatiently.

"What are you going to do?" Ulyanova was not moved by Xiaobao's impatience, but still asked him with a smile.

"Of course, I was looking for the most luxurious hotel. The more luxurious, the better. Xiaobao said as a matter of course.

"It's not easy to get emotionally involved in that kind of occasion. Don't you want to be friends with him after this meal? Ulyanova said patiently.

Xiaobao understood it immediately after a little bit of it.

"There are also quite a few Russians in Shanghai. There should also be Russian restaurants. Although it is not classy, it is just right to invite Mikhailov to dinner. Xiaobao nodded and said.

Ulyanova patted the dust on Xiaobao's clothes, which did not exist at all, nodded and smiled.

"Hurry up and put on your makeup, and then you'll set off right away." Xiaobao said empathetically.

"It's time to go now, I'm done with my makeup. Plausibility is the highest level of women's makeup. Ulyanova said proudly.

Xiaobao now feels more and more that Ulyanova is different from ordinary women. Whether it is Erya Fengzhi or Aunt Chang's white peony, they just like red and green, and when they dress up, they must wipe their faces white so white that they are willing to give up. Perhaps this is the difference between aristocrats and ordinary people. Even those Russian girls in Harbin who are forced to be n by life sometimes can't let go of the stinky shelves of the aristocracy, such as Josiah.

"Okay, let's go now." With that, Xiaobao went downstairs with Ulyannova.

"How much do you think I should give Mikhailov?" Xiaobao asked Ulyanova as she walked.

"Let him open his mouth to you, so that you can see what kind of person he really is." Ulyanova replied.

Xiaobao nodded. He already regarded Ulyanova as a good partner in his heart. Although he was not a fellow traveler with this girl who hated the Bolsheviks.

The two of them walked out of the Sassoon Building, and Matsumoto Nobunaga and Shimao were already sitting in the car waiting.

"Simao, is there a restaurant opened by Russians in the French Concession?" Xiaobao asked after getting into the car.

"Yes, but they all don't taste very good." Simao replied.

"It's okay, drive in the French Concession to find a better one from these restaurants first, and then go and invite Mikhailov to dinner." Xiaobao said to Matsumoto Nobunaga, who was driving.

During this period of time, Xiaobao simply used Matsumoto Nobunaga as a root. Although Matsumoto Nobunaga was also a second lieutenant, he was also a Japanese.

But most of the Japanese are so good, even if there is a lot of dissatisfaction in their hearts, they will still carry out the task to the letter.

The car was transferred to several Russian restaurants in the French concession, and Ulyanova got out of the car and went in to check it, and after shaking her head in dissatisfaction, she came out.

"Don't be too picky, it's pretty much it." Xiaobao didn't want to go any further, and said to Ulyanova dissatisfied.

"Let's see, we must find the most suitable one." Ulyanova said beyond doubt.

"This should be the last restaurant opened by Russians in the French Concession." Simao said.

The car was parked in front of a small restaurant with only one façade. A chubby Russian aunt stood at the door and looked at several people who got out of the car with wary eyes. It wasn't until she saw Ulyanova that her expression relaxed.

Ulyanova walked in a few steps and sniffled: "You are baking honey cake?" Ulyanova asked in Russian.

"yes, it's a pity that the flour is wrong. You can't find durum wheat flour in Shanghai. The Russian aunt said crampedly. She also nervously wiped her hands with her apron.

"It smells good. We're going to eat here at noon today. Borscht, bollinger, caviar, whatever you want. Let's give a deposit first. Ulyanova said with a smile.

"Ahh The chubby red-nosed Russian aunt came up and gave Ulyanova a big hug.

"Of all the Russian restaurants I've seen, this one is probably the most authentic." Ulyanova sighed while sitting in the car.

Xiaobao didn't hear what Ulyanova said clearly, he was still thinking about the skillful action of the woman who skillfully pinched Yuan Datou's head with her thumb and forefinger, blew a breath, and then put it to her ear to listen to the sound.

Mikhailov walked back and forth in the hotel like ants on a hot pot. Yesterday, the young master and the beautiful girl had not yet appeared. If they can't help them, they will face strict scrutiny when they return from Shanghai, even if they only delay in Shanghai for an extra day or two. At that point, I may not be able to tell. The consequences are just too severe.

So when Xiaobao and Ulyanova appeared in front of him like angels, he was so happy that he really wanted to jump up and hug and kiss the two of them.

"Let's go, friend, I'll treat you to a good meal." Xiaobao affectionately took Mikhailov's hand and said.

Ulyanova smiled and translated Xiaobao's meaning to Mikhailov.

Mikhailov was a little disappointed when he heard that neither of them had mentioned any more money, and it seemed that he was the only one who spoke during the meal.

Matsumoto Nobunaga and Shimao had already gotten aside in their cars.

Little Bao Ulyanova and Mikhailov walked towards the Russian restaurant.

Mikhailov walked in a small restaurant where there were no guests, disappointed. It seems that these two people are not going to spend any more money on themselves. But his nose and eyes don't fool him, and his heart melts when authentic borscht baked buns and caviar are put on the table.