"Dirt buns!" A chuckle came.

The one who made this evaluation was the most mature of the ladies brought by Kendeyu. She was wearing a long black dress, which made her skin even fairer. His plump breasts and slender waist outline the perfect curves, and his bright red lips and smooth black hair make people involuntarily shake their hearts.

When eating, she still holds a folding fan, and occasionally shakes it to match the rhythm of eating, which looks very rhythmic and elegant.

Wang Luo looked at them. Obviously, these girls are Kendeillu's answer to 'equality'. They can't be willing to be equal to others. Their beauty will make them born to think that they are entitled to be happier than others. Compliments, favourites, special treatment and care may seem 'deserved' to them.

Worse still, men agree with this view in order --- gain their favor. Right now....

"Bang!"

It's not too loud, but it's not bad. This beautiful lady in black was splashed with soup all over her face, looking pitiful.

When she looked closely, a few bones were thrown into the soup in front of her. She looked shocked and exclaimed, "Oh my God! What rudeness! ”

"Do you like gourds? Girls? Wang Luo returned to his seat without changing his face, and did not say a word about the two things just now.

They didn't answer, they just looked at him together.

"They didn't come around you, compliment you, praise you.... Or maybe they don't eat in the way you want, which one makes you more dissatisfied? Well? Hollow inside and out, gourd-like girls? ”

They still didn't answer--- they looked at each other with blank faces.

It seems that I can feel that this man is not impressed by them, he is not fascinated by them, but he makes something bad about them. However, if you can't understand what Wang Luo said, you can't refute it.

The small man seemed to understand, and looked at Wang Luo with a wary and hostile gaze. Before he could speak, Wang Luo looked at his subordinates and spoke.

"The role of etiquette is to make people more comfortable communicating. It also has the effect of protecting people's hearts. But when it becomes a tool for one part to delight another, it's also good not to comply. ”

As he spoke, he didn't use chopsticks as before, but like most of his subordinates, he directly grabbed the barbecue on the table, put it in his mouth and chewed it, his hands and mouth full of oil.

The vague shame that originally existed around and the intention to emulate the guests were suddenly swept away. Many people, laughing, gave up the tableware like Wang Luo and switched directly to hand-grasping. While eating, he smiled and looked at several guests as if they were fools.

This time, it was the girls' turn to feel awkward. Some of them want to reach out and grab food like the men around them, but they are embarrassed; Some lowered their heads, their faces flushed; Some keep their heads held high, trying to keep the look, 'I didn't do anything wrong.'"

"Mr. Wang Luo, do you really think that it is more elegant to grasp it with your hands than to use utensils?" The little man beside them finally couldn't help it and asked.

"Do you know how the rules of etiquette were formulated?" Wang Luo swallowed the food in his mouth and asked him a question. And, without waiting for him to answer, the answer was given.

"That's what the strong do, and the weak do. When a habit is formed, it becomes a norm. In the face of the truly powerful, the provisions of the past are worthless, and the practices of the past are meaningless. What the strong do, what is the norm. ”

"What a vulgar statement!" Donia protested. "There are some practices, and what kind of tyrant does it will not become etiquette!"

"Being too rough will definitely meet with opposition." Wang Luo looked at her beautiful face and admitted. "But after that, as long as you talk a little bit about the trick and make a little concession, everyone will gladly accept it. It won't be long before they begin to despise those who don't follow the new rules of etiquette. Like anything else--- I don't get used to it at first, then I accept it, and finally I can't do without. ”

"I suppose you must be very unpopular with ladies." The woman in black next to Donia had already packed up her makeup and said in a rather malicious tone. "That's why you're so rude to the ladies?"

"In my code of etiquette, flattery is not an appropriate way to deal with ladies." Wang Luo raised his voice. "I prefer 'grab' to that."

"Forcing us?" The lady in the pale blue dress spoke. Picking up the bone from Wang Luo and eating it, her eyes were very interesting, and her eyes and tone of voice were not half hostile. "You're shameless."

"Ah, you're mistaken." Wang Luo looked at her. "It's just another way of communicating. It's a different story in the real world, of course, but here, I think they're going to love it, they're going to be happy... Gladly accepted. ”

Wang Luo looked at his subordinates and raised his voice, as if to make sure they could all hear. "If you please and popularize, everyone will do it, then it will be worthless. It's overflowing, it's not fresh, it's not competitive. They are accustomed to it, and they will despise, ridicule, and disapprove. Wouldn't it be nice to have a little surprise in a situation like this? We are excellent, we are strong! Isn't snatching them home another kind of romance for them? ”

"Really? Are all the girls in your group robbed? The woman in black looked at the flowers blooming not far from Wang Luo, and asked in a malicious voice.

The people around looked at the flowers in unison. Hua Kai was holding a glass of wine, and when she heard the words, she glanced at Wang Luo with a calm expression and shook her head. "No, I robbed him."

Many burst out laughing. Wang Luo also smiled, then picked up the wine jug and poured a full glass for Hua Kai.

"As you heard." Humphrey said. "Occasionally, this kind of thing happens. But enough of the jokes, let's try the various dishes prepared by Mr. Dmitry and Mr. Francisco. It may not look aesthetically pleasing, but it won't disappoint you in terms of taste. ”

Perhaps, because it felt like there was really nothing to bargain for, the ladies of the Pasta team then focused on the food and wine in front of them. Like Humphrey said, the taste is really good.

After they had feasted for a while, there was a knock at the door.

"It should be the head of the regiment." Donia said.

Wang Luo and the others immediately got up and went to the door.

"Oh, it's already started." A man walked in, looking at the crowd, the table, the dishes. "Hope isn't cold yet."