(Girls' Literature) "Mr. Wang Chen, please." Rand Rothschild got up and invited Wang Chen.

After the words fell, Wang Chen got up, followed behind Rand Rothschild, left the study, and walked towards the dining room.

The restaurant is very large and luxurious, the tableware is pure silver, and the layout of the restaurant is Western, but unlike the ordinary Western-style layout, the layout of this villa is full of an aristocratic temperament, which is not the villa itself, but the owner of the villa.

"Mother." In the front of the dining room, Rand Rothschild's mother sits.

Wang Chen bowed his head to Rand Rothschild's mother, and Rand Rothschild's mother smiled and nodded, and said, "You are still the first Oriental to be a guest here, come and take a seat." ”

"It's an honor." Wang Chen responded with a smile, his expression was neither humble nor arrogant, and he sat down.

The table is a rotating table, and there are more than 30 dishes on it, but these dishes are covered with silver lids, and you can't see what's inside! But it's a luxury for three people to eat so many dishes.

"Ma'am, are you ready to dine?" The butler stood aside and asked Rand Rothschild's mother.

"Rand." Rand Rothschild's mother glanced at Rand Rothschild, and Rand Rothschild glanced at Wang Chen and asked, "Mr. Wang Chen?" ”

"I'm free." Wang Chen said.

"That's it." The words fell, and Rat Rothschild's mother said to the butler.

The housekeeper nodded and began to take down the silver lid on the top of the dish, as the silver lid was taken down, Wang Chen was stunned for a moment, because these dishes are all Chinese dishes, and they are all famous dishes at home and abroad! I have to say that Rand Rothschild is very decent and exquisite, Wang Chen is a Chinese, so he entertains Chinese dishes.

"I remember Bo Fei told me that Mr. Wang Chen was tired of eating Western food, so two days ago I started to have people prepare these dishes, and the ingredients of these dishes were all flown in from Huaxia, using the best fresh-keeping box." Rand Rothschild said to Wang Chen.

"Young Master Rand has a heart." Wang Chen responded.

"I've always been very attentive to my friends' opinions and tastes." Rand Rothschild motioned for Wang Chen to be free to do so.

"Rand, what's this dish?" Although R. Rothschild was very knowledgeable about Chinese culture, his mother was not as good as him, pointing to a dish and asking.

"Since Mr. Wang Chen is here, then I won't get an axe." Rant Rothschild smiled, his meaning was obvious, he wanted Wang Chen and his mother to explain and liven up the atmosphere of eating.

Wang Chen understood what Rant Rothschild meant, so he said: "This dish is called braised iron lion's head, which is a famous dish in the Chinese Han tradition, with a long history, and it was already famous in the Sui Dynasty. ”

"Lion's head? Is it made of the flesh of a lion's brain? Rand Rothschild's mother asked.

"This ...... No, it's made with selected pork, and the name of the dish is just a garnish. Wang Chen looked at the dish and said softly.

"What about this one?" Rand Rothschild's mother asked, pointing to another dish.

"This is called Dongpo meat, according to legend, it was created by Su Dongpo, a poet in the Northern Song Dynasty, and other places are also called rolling meat and braised pork, and the Jiangnan region is generally called Dongpo meat." Wang Chen said.

“good！ It tastes pretty good. Rand Rothschild's mother tasted it, nodded and praised, and then she asked Wang Chen the names of many dishes, Wang Chen answered them one by one, I have to say that Rand Rothschild's mother is very communicative, and there is no slightest shelf.

When eating, Wang Chen can taste it, these dishes are more authentic than the taste of some five-star hotels in China, whether it is the ingredients or cooking skills, it seems that R. Rothschild is not lying, he has chefs from all over the world here.

"Rand, take care of the guests." After eating, Rand Rothschild's mother said a word to Rand Rothschild, smiled at Wang Chen and said, "It's okay to be casual here, just be your own home." ”

"Thank you, ma'am." Wang Chen got up and bowed his head to Rand Rothschild's mother.

After Rand Rothschild's mother left, Rand Rothschild said to the butler, "Butler, send these leftovers to the servants." ”

"Yes, Master Lanter." The butler nodded and left the dining room, although there were many servants and slaves in this villa, Rand Rothschild was very good to these servants and slaves, at least in terms of eating and drinking, they ate whatever they ate, these servants and slaves ate whatever they wanted.

Wang Chen and Rand Rothschild returned to the study, and the two talked a lot, but they talked about some things about Huaxia, and Rand Rothschild also said a lot about his childhood, and the two chatted like friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time.

At eight o'clock, Rand Rothschild arranged a guest room for Wang Chen, and Wang Chen rested.

The next morning, at seven o'clock, Wang Chen got up, washed up, and had breakfast with Rand Rothschild.

"Mother, I'll go to my father's." After breakfast, Rand Rothschild said to his mother.

"Okay." Rand Rothschild's mother did not ask anything, and she had always acquiesced in Rand Rothschild's decision, because she trusted all her son's decisions.

Rand Rothschild and Wang Chen left the villa, drove a black Humvee and drove towards the Rothschild family headquarters, the ancient castle, and Wang Chen did not wear a black hood on the way.

"My plan is for you to fight directly with Zero, your current identity is the leader of my killer organization, two leaders fight, no need to win, if there is a draw, I can get my father's approval and recognition! So when you get there, you improvise on your own. Rand Rothschild said, driving the car.

"And after that?" Wang Chen asked.

He is not Rand Rothschild's person after all, even if he can be fooled around this time, then what about the future?

"There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village!" Rand Rothschild smiled and said, "It will be a long time before I become the head of the family, and during this time, I will be able to cultivate the Pofi and them into a killer organization that is not weaker than zero." ”

"Understood." Wang Chen nodded.

Rand Rothschild had a lot of self-esteem, and he didn't want anyone to meddle in his affairs, even if that person was his father! Therefore, he has to do everything by himself, which is a posture that a king should have!