Garion invites Aldai to a French restaurant on Rue de Rook, where he travels through the busy streets to Rue Rue de Rook, a street lined with neat and symmetrical circular buildings inspired by the Colosseum and loved by Virgos.

Little did John Wood and his sons know that a century later, this design would become the norm in London.

The smooth sidewalks and carriage routes, combined with the tranquility and comfort of living, made it the first choice for Garion. In addition, the circular plaza, which symbolizes the sun, is located here.

There were few pedestrians on the street, and Garion picked a window seat with a view of the street.

And very gentlemanly pulled out the chair and invited the other party to sit down. Aldai looked at the tall man in front of him and asked with some curiosity, "Is Your Excellency Trotsky Russian?" I remember that this is a Russian surname? ”

Garion was stunned for a moment, shook his head and explained, "I'm a Russian who grew up in France, so I'm French. ”

"So you're French, too?"

Aldai was a little surprised, and immediately switched to French, and communicated with him cordially, "What an accident, I am also French, I didn't expect to meet an old friend here, where are you from?" ”

"I'm from Paris."

"Me too!"

Realizing that she was too excited, Aldai quickly lowered her voice and whispered, "It's good to meet an old friend here, and by the way, does His Excellency Trotsky also find English food unpalatable?" To be honest at that time I was really afraid that you would take me to a restaurant opened by the British, oh my God, this is not compensation, this is torture. ”

Hearing this, Garion almost burst out laughing, but held back and coughed slightly.

After all, this question is a problem that hurts the self-esteem of the British people. He looked left and right, and the people around him were talking, not noticing the conversation between the two.

Garian remembered a few jokes, so he shared them with Alde, and said with a smile, "Actually, there are a few jokes about the way the British cook, there have been a few jokes, such as the people of England choose the best cod, wrap the batter and fry it in a pan until golden brown, and then serve it with fresh french fries; The people of Scotland in the north choose the best rays to wash, wrap the batter and fry them in an oil pan until golden brown, and then serve them with fresh french fries; The people of Wales wash the best flounder, wrap the batter and fry it in a pan until golden brown, and serve it with fresh french fries. ”

Adei couldn't help but smile, impressed by the wit and humor of the man opposite. Hold your chin with your hands crossed and listen to him continue.

"By the way, there is also Cornwall in England, which produces a dark dish that even ordinary British families don't know, looking up to the starry sky pie. This dish is a pie with a few fish heads stuck on top of it, and believe me, after reading that dish, you may not want to eat another bite of British food, because the fish eyes on that dish are like desperate eyes struggling in hell. ”

Aldai asked curiously, "Is His Excellency Trotsky also a gourmet?" ”

Garion shook his head and said jokingly, "I guess my cooking skills are a little worse than Hannibal's, better than the British." ”

He had also tried authentic fish-flavored shredded pork and kung pao chicken for Mrs. Balanchi before, and he originally thought that the noble lady who had tried the palace dishes would be disdainful, but he didn't expect the other party to praise it.

Sure enough, after getting tired of steaming, frying, roasting, and stewing Western food, the stir-fried dishes became more popular, and he even wanted to open a Chinese restaurant here to improve the taste and level of the British people.

Aldi asked, "Who is Hannibal?" ”

Garion joked, "He's a well-known chef, but I bet you won't like his cooking." ”

It is only in the French restaurant that Garion dares to complain about the British dishes, and if he does this in the British restaurant, I am afraid that no matter how good-tempered the gentleman is, he will drive the French away.

After all, Great Britain and France have been in love and killed each other for hundreds of years.

Garion ordered a burgundian beef stew in red wine and a seafood soup, and this restaurant does not follow the route of the grand court dinner, it is just ordinary local food.

Garion even suspects that the owners of the French restaurant are British.

While cutting the beef, Garion finally thought of the previous topic, so he pretended to ask knowingly and said, "Actually, I have a question that I am very curious, Miss Alde." ”

"Huh?"

"I want to know, what is the relationship between your surname and Victor Hugo?"

Hearing Garion mention the name, Ardai put down the knife and fork in her hand, and she calmly looked at the man in front of her, as if she was reminded of the past that she didn't want to recall. Seeing this, Garion quickly shook his head and said, "Since Miss Altai doesn't want to mention it, then I didn't say it......"

"Victor Hugo is my father."

Ardai took a deep breath and said directly, "As you can see, I am his daughter, who followed my father into exile in London. ”

"Your father was a great man, and we writers look up to him," said Garion, in a heavy tone...... When I heard that His Excellency Hugo was in exile in Great Britain, I wanted to pay a visit. ”

"You're still a writer?"

Ardai looked at the man in front of her and said in a surprised tone, "But I can't see it at all, I feel like you're more like a ...... Soldier? ”

Garion scratched his nose and said with some embarrassment, "Maybe I'm the best of the Parisian writers, right?" ”

Alder looked at the muscular physique and tough silhouette, and felt that her heart had been drawn to his topic, and continued to ask, "Oh? So did His Excellency Trotsky write anything? ”

"Wait a minute, I'll see if I can find a serial about me."

He looked left and right, and finally found a copy of the Daily Telegraph at the next table, and hurriedly took him over, then flipped to the column of the newspaper, pointed to the serial on it, and introduced it in a Li Ao-esque way, "Now, Miss Alde, this is what I wrote." ”

Aldai glanced at the title of the article and suddenly said in surprise, "Ah, it turns out that you are the author of Sherlock Holmes." ”

"That's right."

After Galian admitted it himself, Ardai let out an exclamation, attracting the side glances of the surrounding guests, realizing that she was not a lady's gaffe, she quickly closed her mouth, with the expectant look of a little fan girl, and quickly lowered her voice and said, "I've been watching the Sherlock Holmes series recently, it's really exciting, by the way, Your Excellency Trotsky, does the Sherlock Holmes you wrote have a realistic prototype?" ”

"No ......"

"But the man you write about is too different. A perfect genius, paired with smoking, drinking and smoking~! 1 Toxic little bad habits, you know? There are quite a few women around me who wish they could meet such a man. By the way, we readers have discussed privately whether the author smokes, drinks and smokes 1~·drugs? ”

……

Garion was a little speechless, he didn't mean to bring bad children when he wrote like this in the first place. I can't let people think that I smoke, drink, or take 1~·drugs, but I know I'm a good man, right? (In the 19th century, British society considered opium smoking to be a psychotropic substance)

However, Aldai still has a lot of questions to throw in her heart.

"And one more question, is it true that I heard that you and Lady Agatha, who wrote "Murder on the Eastern Train", are recognized lovers in the industry?"

“…… Right. ”

Garion pointed to the ruby necklace jewelry box on the table and said, "Now, this is a gift for her." ”

A hint of disappointment flashed in Alde's eyes, but she quickly picked herself up and said, "Oh my God, Mr. Conan Doyle, can I ask for your autograph?" ”

“…… Yes."

Madame Balanchi walked through the lively streets of London, she was carrying a bag, she had just walked out of a watch shop, before Garion's pocket watch was broken, she went into the city to run to the watch shop, carefully selected a new pocket watch for him, wanted to surprise the other party.

A beautiful face always attracts the attention of men on the street, and Balanchi also specially put on a rose-red hat to cover half of her face, but she has nothing to do with the proud twin peaks, after all, it is not her fault that her breasts are large.

Even so, when he walked down the street, he still attracted the attention of many men, and even strangers passing by threw him a knowing smile.

As she walked past a French restaurant, Baranchi suddenly stopped and slowly narrowed her eyes, because she saw through the floor-to-ceiling window a man who was talking and laughing with a woman near the window, it was Garion!

Balanchi took a deep breath, as a courtesan in Paris before, she had seen too many unreliable men, and she didn't ask Garion to be more single-minded, but she showed more sincere smiles during this time than in years past.

But when she saw the jewelry box that Garion had placed on the table, the jealousy in the woman's heart was still at work, and she was encouraged to walk down the street, then pushed open the door and entered the restaurant.

Garrian, who was still talking and laughing with Adey, stopped talking, because the familiar face was standing behind Adey, and sensing that Garion was looking wrong, Adei also turned her head.

"Honey, why are you here?"

Aldai saw a beautiful goddess standing in front of her, and although she was dressed in a low-key and simple manner, it was difficult to hide her noble temperament. She glanced at Garion and asked in a low voice, "Your Excellency Trotsky, is this the ...... Lady Agatha who wrote "Murder on the Eastern Train"? ”

Madame Balanchi pursed the corners of her lips, stared at the pitiful hill on Alde's chest, raised her head and straightened her chest, put the proud magnificence in front of the other party, and deliberately teased, "Hey, even bought it for her?" Why haven't you bought it for me? ”

Garion hurriedly said, "No...... Listen to me......"

However, Madame Balanchi, with a look of rejection from thousands of miles away, took a chair and sat down straightforwardly. With his hands folded around his chest, he said, "I'm sorry, I don't want to hear it." ”

Garion reluctantly explained, "We're really just friends. ”

"Oh?"

Mrs. Balanchi looked at the man in front of her and said disdainfully, "Can't you just change a novel excuse?" This is what was said when the group of stinky men in Paris were caught red-handed. ”