"Sir...... You ......"

Wehrle whispered uneasily that the chief of staff's brain was now racing to organize the most appropriate sentences to appease the adult's anger.

Although he did not know exactly why His Excellency the Führer was so angry, he had to do his duty as chief staff in any case, and this was not the right occasion for the German Führer to be angry.

However, the next moment Weirle was surprised to find that the Führer's anger had disappeared as suddenly as it had erupted. The cold light in Xu Jun's eyes had disappeared, and in front of him was still that familiar gentle face, and even the charming smile like a signature on the corner of his mouth. Had it not been for the unfading look of fear on the face of the French vendor, Wehrle would have almost wondered if the pressure he had felt before was just an illusion of his own, and that the terrifying pressure had ever existed. It seems that the noble imperial ducái has finally learned to use reason to regulate his emotions and suppress his exuberant anger, and Weirle is greatly relieved by this.

But is that really the case? The chief of staff still had some doubts.

"Weierle."

Xu Jun was still smiling, so brilliant that it was a little unreal in Weierle's eyes.

"Hearing that from Mr. Alfonso, I'm more interested in this lunch now."

"Do you still want to go to that restaurant? I suggest you change the restaurant, there should be more than one Chinese restaurant in Paris, we can have a lot of choices. If not, we can try the flavors of other places, such as the Turkish restaurant over there, which I have never eaten Turkish food before. ”

Werler's earnest suggestion seemed to be correct, and the lord still couldn't change his somewhat wayward temper.

"I've decided that nothing will change, Werle, and today we're having a Chinese meal at that restaurant, and I'm hungry now."

Xu Jun lowered his face and glanced at Weierle coldly, his eyes were full of the intimidation that you should stop and try it now.

"So...... Everything is up to you, sir. ”

As always, Werler was killed in an instant.

"Yes, what Sir decides, nothing in the world can stand in the way. Don't worry, Mr. Verle, there will be no problem with me. ”

Randolph said excitedly, from Xu Jun's eyes and words, this smart guy felt something. Originally, he thought it was just a boring shopping and eating, but now it seemed that there might be a good show to participate in, and the young adjutant hurriedly raised his claws to support the leader's decision.

"It's just that I'm even more worried about having you, this bastard, look at how I clean you up when I go back."

Werler gave Randolph a slap in the eye, but the latter smirked to indicate that he was now invincible.

"Don't ...... accidents"

The depressed chief of staff felt the pain in his forehead begin to swell again.

Xu Jun and his party left the stall and continued to move towards their destination, and as the meal time approached, the street became more and more lively. The streets are filled with the tantalizing smell of Turkish kebab, Indian curries, Italian pizzas, French breads, and delicious smells that stimulate the appetite of tourists, tempting them to enter the richly decorated restaurants and pull out their bulging purses. Xu Jun was unaffected, and he seemed to have lost interest in those delicacies. Weirle knew that the Führer was a lover of food, and that he would have been very excited to stop and linger in normal times, as he had when he first walked down the street. However, now he is pacing slowly without saying a word, ignoring the restaurants on both sides, which is really a bit abnormal.

Weierle walked behind Xu Jun nervously, constantly pondering the vendor's words, and he wanted to find the root cause of the Führer's displeasure.

"We're here."

Xu Jun stopped suddenly, and the preoccupied Weierle almost bumped into him.

"We're here? Ah, I'm sorry, sir, I'm distracted. ”

Weierle nodded apologetically to Xu Jun, then turned his face to look at their goal today.

It is a medium-sized restaurant with a small façade and simple decoration, but it is full of strong oriental atmosphere.

Xu Jun's mood now can be described as mixed, after coming to this world, this is the first time he feels so close to China. The familiar red doorposts, the familiar cornices and arches, the familiar carved beams and paintings, everything is so familiar, those lines, those decorations, those patterns, the palace lamps hanging high, the dragon with its head bowed back, how many times have they appeared in dreams.

"Telford House ......"

Xu Jun looked at the vermilion plaque hanging on the lintel, looking at the neat and round font, his eyes couldn't help but slowly moisten.

"What's wrong with you, sir?"

Randolph was a little puzzled when he saw the Führer standing at the door of the hotel and not entering.

"Ah, nothing, just being captivated by this style, don't you think it's fascinating?"

Xu Jun hurriedly covered up the corners of his eyes, took a deep breath, and then said with a smile, but his voice was still a little trembling.

"Well, that's the Oriental style, and it's fascinating, sir."

Weierle noticed Xu Jun's strangeness, and he smoothly relieved Xu Jun's siege.

"Oh, that's the Oriental style, it doesn't seem to be the same as what I saw in the photo. Well, what kind of style is that one, and it must be the Japanese hotel that Alfonso said. ”

Randolph said.

"Humph!"

Xu Jun snorted coldly, he really didn't want to see anything Japanese-style now, in his opinion, it was nothing more than the kind of style that plagiarized the architectural style of the Tang Dynasty in China, but then he was frightened by what he saw.

What kind of thing is this?

The aesthetic ability of this restaurant owner must have been problematic in some way, and what was presented to Xu Jun and them was a hodgepodge of things. Although it is a Japanese-style wooden lattice sliding door, it is mounted on a Renaissance-style arched door frame, and there are two fat cherubs with outstretched wings carved on it. There is a string of red, green, and green light bulbs between the Japanese-style square palace lanterns hanging at the door, and the menu written in French is painted with the image of a Japanese samurai. The whole door * colorful flags fluttering, the flags of various countries mixed with a variety of signal flags tied to a yarn rope, struggling weakly in the wind. In the middle of the lintel stood a small flagpole, on which hung a small Japanese naval flag, which looked a little ghostly, and looked like it was about to be hanged, making its final convulsions.

What surprised Xu Jun the most was that there were two guys standing on both sides of the gate wearing black Japanese student clothes and looking like waiters, I really don't know why the Japanese put these two things at the door.

The mixed culture of the East and the West here is not only not to give people any sensory enjoyment, but also to reveal the shallowness and ignorance of the owner from top to bottom.

"That's ...... It seems like...... Maybe...... I guess it's a hybrid style, Randolph...... You need to improve your taste. ”

Weierle looked at it in a daze for a long time and shook his head in reply.

The two short Japanese men at the door of the Japanese hotel were now looking arrogantly at Xu Jun, and that kind of rude look made Xu Jun feel extremely unhappy. The Führer of the Third Reich tried his best to suppress his anger and glared back viciously, spitting on the ground by the way.

The two Japanese apparently did not expect such a reaction, and they were a little overwhelmed by the sudden provocation, and hurriedly looked away in a panic.

The Reich, slightly satisfied with the results, turned happily and walked into the Telford Building with his men held high.

The space in the hotel is larger than Xu Jun imagined, and there are seven or eight tables of eight immortals neatly placed in the spacious hall, and there is no snow-white tablecloth on the table according to the European custom. The interior decoration and decoration all maintain the true color of a traditional Chinese hotel, clean and tidy, simple and elegant. There are several vertical scrolls hanging on the snow-white powder wall, although they are not masterpieces, they are really a bit of a style. In one corner of the store, a screen was erected, on which a picture of a pine crane was drawn, and according to Xu Jun's judgment, the kitchen behind it should be the kitchen.

The French vendor was right, although it was time to eat, but the whole restaurant was empty without a single customer.

Xu Jun suddenly had some doubts, since the local French guests did not dare to come here to eat, but what could stop the group of German soldiers under their command, they were not afraid of any drunkards making trouble, maybe there was something that did not open their eyes and hit their guns, but why didn't even the German soldiers come in here.

But then he figured out that anyone who came in would be scared away by the scene in front of him, who would dare to eat in a restaurant that was still empty at the rush hour. Generally, this kind of shop is either not delicious or the service is problematic, maybe there are also slaughterers or the like, that group of German soldiers are not stupid, they are not familiar with the place, of course they will be discouraged when they see this situation.

"It's strange, why is there no one."

Randolph broke the silence from the sidelines.

"yes, there isn't a single waiter."

Wehrle frowned.

Indeed, not only can there not be a single guest here, there is not even a waiter, and the silence of the whole lobby makes people feel oppressive.

"Is anyone there? We're here for dinner, anyone? Xu Jun asked loudly.

"Ah, there's a guest, Abba, come out, there's a guest......"

There was a series of crisp shouts from behind the screen, Xu Jun was stunned at that time, the familiar Wu Nong soft language, the familiar local accent, how long has it been since I heard it, a year, two years, or ...... Half a century.

Then, a Chinese boy in a waiter suit rushed out from behind the screen.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen, I'm very sorry, but something happened just now. Welcome to Telford House. ”

Very fluent in French, with a slight accent, but very accurate.

The boy greeted him with courtesy, and the expression on his face showed that he was very excited.

Xu Jun looked the boy up and down, yes, this is just a child, at most about fourteen or fifteen years old, in Xu Jun's time, it was the age to absorb knowledge. The neat uniform was a little too big for the boy's thin stature, with a straight neckline with a bow tie and an apron tied around his waist, a standard European waiter, but it could not hide the childishness of his body.

"Let's just sit here."

Xu Jun sat down at a table near the window.

"Sir wants something. We have the purest Chinese cuisine here, all kinds of dim sum, the best in Paris. ”

The boy stood politely beside Xu Jun and put a menu in front of Xu Jun.

"Ah, good afternoon, distinguished guest."

A middle-aged man stepped out from behind the screen, his face just as excited as the boy.

"These are the first customers we have received today, and we will provide you with the best service, and you will definitely be satisfied."

The middle-aged man smiled and said to Xu Jun in pure French.

He appeared to be about forty years old, wearing a pair of thin-rimmed glasses, a blue gown, and a pair of traditional Chinese round cloth shoes on his feet. In China at that time, it was an ordinary businessman's outfit, but in Europe, this kind of attire is really rare.

"This is the manager of our store." The boy introduced from the side.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Manager."

Xu Jun was also a little excited now, this was the first time he had met his compatriots since he came to this world.

"He's your father."

Xu Jun said to the boy.

"Oh? How do you know? ”

The boy's eyes widened in surprise.

"I can understand Chinese."

Xu Jun said in a trembling voice.

"And, you two look alike, kid."

Weierle looked up at Xu Jun in surprise, Randolph opened his mouth wide in a daze, the Chinese boy stared at him speechless, and the middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, all because of ...... What came out of Xu Jun's mouth just now was a standard Chinese sentence.

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