Of course, I didn't tell anyone about me and Rainey and that. Rainey is naturally not a man of many tongues. In my opinion, at most, Maria knows a little. But since Maria didn't say anything, I can pretend I don't know.

In this way, on Rainey's bed, I rested for a while with her delicate body in my arms, and when the time was almost up, I kissed Rainey's forehead. Get dressed again, and then dress Rainey again. Then he left her room and went back to his own. After a while, the maid of the Blummel family came and said that Kulishnu was going to invite me to dinner.

I'm a little hungry indeed. Caviar with truffle foie gras. French food is basically such a routine, and it's okay to eat it once or twice once in a while, but it's a bit unbearable to eat it all the time. But it's good to be able to fill your stomach. Thinking about Rainey's realization that bread + water can live, I know shame anyway.

But then again, the woman Kulishnu seems to be completely unconscious. He is still working hard to introduce me to every dish. But there are some good ones, and I haven't eaten them before.

In this way, it seems that Kulishnu is very confident in the cuisine of his country. And in the end, this self-confidence was finally officially said by her:

"How is it, Your Excellency, are you satisfied with your hospitality tonight?"

At this time, even if you are not satisfied, you have to say that you are satisfied, right? I thought so in my heart, but on the surface I pretended to be serious, and said:

"Very good, Miss Kulishino. When I was in Moscow, I also ate French food a few times. But now it seems that it is still a more authentic and delicious recipe made by a local French chef. ”

"If you like it, if you like it."

My contrasting answer is naturally better than a simple compliment. When Kulishnu heard this, he was very happy:

"It's not that I'm boasting. The Brummel chefs make the best French cuisine in Paris. And the best in Paris is the best in France. The best in France is, of course, the best in the world. ”

"Then I'm in for a treat." I smiled at her. Then, as if remembering something, he asked Kulishnu:

"Speaking of which, there was one thing I was concerned about before. It was in the corridor before, and I seemed to see a girl with black hair and a black suit. After saluting me, he left without saying a word. Who is she? ”

"She's a good friend of mine and a close friend of the Brummel family." Hearing my question, Kulishnu replied honestly: "Now I borrow it here." ”

"Isn't that the same as me?" I said, "But I didn't see her at dinner, why?" ”

"Hanabi is shy and not used to meeting strangers." Kulishnu said.

"But it's not good to live under the same roof like this, and never see each other." I said, "Could you please introduce me?" ”

"This ...... It's not impossible. Tomorrow, I'll go and tell Hanabi that I'm done. ”

"Hanabi...... Sounds really good. At this point, I wisely changed the subject and talked to her about the history of the Brummel family and my family, the world war that had just ended, and the art that was in vogue in Paris.

"When it comes to current fashion trends in Paris, there's one place you can't go without."

"Where?"

With such doubts, I was taken to this nightclub called "Chanel". Looking at the neon sign of this strange cat lady pattern, as well as the sculpture in the shape of two black cats at the gate, I felt very strange for a moment. This taste...... How to say it. Anyway, it's weird. But in this kind of place, there must be cute girls wearing bold clothes and dancing very daring, right? The French are really open, and a noble lady like Cullicino is going to such a place when she is dating me.

By the way, because of the need to tidy up the salute and lack of interest, Maria and Rennie didn't come, and it was just the two of us.

Speaking of which, he took my hand lightly and changed into a formal dress, a light blue dress, and a sweet smile Kurishnu looked really beautiful and beautiful. For a moment, I was fascinated by it.

"Well, Your Excellency, please don't look at me like that." Kulishnu, who was a little embarrassed by me, said.

"Ah, I'm sorry. But it is human nature to tend to things that are good. Even I can't help it. I said, "When I saw Your Excellency in the daytime, I was astonished. But I didn't expect that you, dressed up a little, would be able to sublimate your charm to such an extent. ”

"I'm not as good as Your Excellency says......" Kulicinu whispered, bowing her head. It looks like I'm shy.

I was about to say something more, try harder, try to get her into bed sooner rather than later, when there was a round of applause. When I looked back at it, I could see that the curtain had opened on the stage. Kulishnu also looked in the direction of the stage. In this way, there is no chance to speak. Then forget it, just concentrate on the dance.

Speaking of which, the two girls in the newspaper curtain are already very beautiful. The one with short blue hair, and the other with long maroon hair, one in a skirt and the other in a suit-like bodysuit. It looks like a good match. If you can play ♀ games ♀ with them. It will definitely be a good experience.

However, the presenter appeared for a short time. The Théâtre Chanel does not look like a media host many years from now. On the way to the newspaper, they have to talk nonsense that no one wants to hear, scratch their heads and flirt - the most important thing is that they are not beautiful enough!

So, I must have felt a pity that these two lovely (and very little dressed) hosts of Chanel left. But if it were the fakes of the future, I would have been relieved if I really wanted to watch those shows.

Anyway, the show began. It's a little different from what I imagined to be a "show". A group of actors dressed in white, tights with tails, and cat ears on their heads surrounded a girl who was dressed the same as them, but the color had changed to black and purple, and ran to the stage, meowing and selling cuteness, while dancing an erotic dance that was both cute and provocative...... So what do these French think? It's too open, isn't it......