It's not that he has any other ideas.

As a super foodie, being able to see a wide variety of delicacies is the greatest happiness.

What's more, listening to Isabella, this group is still the top of the young generation in several countries.

And being able to observe these elite cooking techniques is the biggest reward for him.

Qian Chen began to look forward to the beginning of the tea party.

The lengthened Lincoln made seven turns and finally stopped beside a huge shrine.

The maid lady got out of the car first and opened the car door for them, and then stood beside the car with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes.

It can be seen from all kinds of details that the personal maids of the big family, especially the princes and nobles, have been cultivated since childhood, and every move must let their masters enjoy the best service, and at the same time, their loyalty is absolutely reliable, even more reassuring than some distant relatives.

Such a maid lady, I really want it!

It's a pity that this can only be Qian Chen's dream. Even if he becomes a big man in the future, it will take at least three generations or more to cultivate such an excellent maid lady.

The biggest difference between a wealthy family and a nouveau riche is the heritage, which cannot be tricked, it can only be accumulated over a long period of time.

After Qian Chen got out of the car, he carefully looked at the huge divine palace in front of him.

The brick walls are covered with moss, the exquisite stone carvings have been almost wiped out by time, and the dense bamboo stretches over the walls, making a rustling sound in the breeze.

Across the road for only two cars, on the right is a bustling city full of high-rise buildings, and on the other side is a dense bamboo forest, ancient trees, antique shrines, and torii gates hidden in the lush greenery.

It is the largest green space in Tokyo.

In the middle of the bustling and noisy city, there is such a place with lush vegetation, like a pure land in the glitz and glory of the world.

Millions of visitors come and go every year.

However, in Qian Chen's eyes, there is only a quiet and peaceful place, which is really inconsistent with its name of No. 1 in Tokyo and No. 2 in Japan.

Qian Chen was looking around curiously, and Isabella seemed to see his doubts, and a smile appeared in her holy blue pupils.

"Don't look at it, this is the side gate of Meiji Jingu, and it's not open to ordinary tourists."

Qian Chen nodded thoughtfully.

Led by Isabella, Qian Chen followed her into the prestigious Royal Palace.

Sure enough, this place was not open to ordinary tourists, and their group walked for about ten minutes, except for the person who led the way, not a single living person was seen, but the spiritual seat of the emperors of the past dynasties was seen a lot.

By the way, this witch sister Qian Chen has seen it, and it is the young lady who met at the fried chicken contest with a different painting style from others.

When she came out of the depths of the bamboo forest, Qian Chen thought that the fairy in the painting had broken the limit of the dimension and descended to the mortal world.

The ancient shrine, the quiet bamboo forest, and the cherry blossom petals falling in the wind are the perfect places to match the style of the shrine maiden's painting.

When they met again, Miss Miko seemed to know everything in her heart, without any surprised expression.

Qian Chen guessed that this witch lady, as one of the relevant personnel on the Japanese side, may have known that he was going to attend the tea party.

So, who will she be?

Certainly not the old-fashioned Japanese culinary world, this faction has the deepest prejudice against him, and if they have the opportunity, they will unceremoniously surprise themselves! Finish.

The only thing Qian Chen can confirm is that the Japanese food industry is far from being only conservative, reformist, and neutral, and the relationship between the forces is complicated, and the water in the Japanese food industry is much deeper than he imagined.

This is only in the world of Japanese cuisine, which has never been out of the king, and the situation in the four major cuisine representative countries is only afraid to be more complicated.

Not to mention, in World War II 50 years ago, it was the inconspiracies of several heavenly kings of the Celestial Empire, intrigue with each other, the same party fighting against each other, and the factions attacking each other, resulting in a great reduction in national strength, so that the small island country saw the opportunity to invade the Central Plains continent.

Although the Japanese invasion ended in being beaten and becoming a laughing stock, it undoubtedly showed the complexity of the internal situation of the Celestial Empire from the side.

The water depth of Qian Chen's home country is thousands of times that of Japan, and if Japan is compared to a deep pool, then the Celestial Empire is the sea.

With Qian Chen's small body, he returned to China rashly, but he was afraid that if he couldn't even splash the water, he might be smashed by someone.

Even if he wants to return to China, Qian Chen doesn't want to be a lost dog with his tail between his legs.

When he returns home, he will inevitably be the one who plays chess, not a pawn who goes with the flow.

So Qian Chen decided not to enter the king of heaven and vowed not to return to China.

This Shilipo Heavenly King, he should be decided!

While Qian Chen was pondering, everyone suddenly turned around a bamboo forest, and their eyes lit up and suddenly brightened.

The two cherry blossom trees are constantly sprinkled with pink snow under the gentle breeze.

A delicate, small, old bamboo pavilion sits in the middle of the flowers.

Mountain cherries, roses, orchids, wisteria... Thousands of purples and thousands of reds compete with each other.

Qian Chen noticed that they seemed to be a little late.

It's already full of all kinds of people.

The blonde Italians, the silver-haired and red-eyed Germans, and even the brown-skinned Indians were just like all the people, which opened Qian Chen's eyes.

Outside the bamboo pavilion are several white silk tables with a variety of drinks, drinks, and desserts.

And in the small pavilion were sitting three men and three women, six figures with different appearances.

One is a beautiful young woman wearing pure white inlaid with gold filigree patterns, long silver-white hair hanging down her waist, her face is as delicate as a doll, her blood-red pupils are rich, and she is full of the charm of a wife, but she smiles and smiles like a child.

To her left sat a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life, a scruffy beard, a hedgehog head, a black-gray trench coat, black hair and black eyes, and obvious Asian features.

The middle-aged man looked very decadent, but the eyes that inadvertently looked at the young woman beside him were full of pity.

On the right hand side of the young woman, there is a girl who also has silver-white hip-length hair, but has a fairy-tale temperament like an ice and snow fairy.

At this time, it was obviously early spring, and the temperature was slightly cold, but she seemed to have just crossed over from the ice and snow, wrapped tightly up and down, wearing a heavy blue and white princess dress, and a mink cloak.

She has a delicate and small face carved out of jade, and creamy white skin, and her right eye is covered by hair, revealing her left eye, which is like ice crystals.

She seemed a little scared, and the young woman next to her kept talking to her, but she rarely responded, just hugged the strange doll with no face in her hand tightly.