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The customers of Catherine's Western Restaurant are basically all coastal celebrities, and Tan Jing knows several of them, so he subconsciously bows his head, not wanting to be recognized by them.

Ono asked him, "Do you say those people, do they all speak Russian?" ”

Tan Jing was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect Ono Meidai to ask such a nonsensical question, but her eyebrows frowned slightly, as if she was really sleepy.

He had to cooperate, and also lowered his voice: "I don't think so, they will speak a European language at the top." ”

Ono Meidai's eyes rolled and she secretly looked at the distinguished guests: "Then how do they order food?" ”

Tan Jing didn't know either, so the two of them sneakily looked around together to see how they ordered, and also learned how others fiddled with those various knives and forks.

Each of them had a large white porcelain plate in front of them, three forks on the left, two knives and a spoon on the left, a spoon and a fork on the top of the plate, three goblets of different shapes on the upper right, and a plate with bread and a small piece of butter on the upper left.

He quietly asked Ono Meidai, "Will you use these?" ”

"My grandfather taught me, but I don't remember it clearly." Ono looked at the cups, "It seems like these things are in the order in which they are served...... You are a high-achieving journalist, don't you even know these Western food etiquette? ”

"I haven't eaten very formal Western food," Tan Jing said, "I used to eat chopsticks with chopsticks and steaks in order to be in a hurry." ”

Ono couldn't laugh or cry, and the Russian woman pushed a small cart over at this time, muttering this in her mouth, and introducing the above wines to Tan Jing.

Midai Ono interrupted her, waved her hand, and said in English, "No need for wine, thank you, please eat directly." ”

The Russian woman looked at her in amazement, turned her head to look at Tan Jing, and only after receiving Tan Jing's approval, did she take away two of the three goblets in front of them, and pushed the cart away.

"Why don't you order wine, can't you drink?"

Ono Medai looked at him and made eye contact with him: "No matter which bottle of wine you take from there, you will not only spend two or three months' salary. ”

I was stunned, I thought it was expensive, but I didn't think it was so expensive.

Ono Meidai smiled softly on the other side: "Do you regret that you invited me here?" ”

Tan Jing shook his head: "I just remembered an ancient poem." ”

"What?"

"Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road." He lowered his eyes, and as he read the poem, he remembered the crowd he had seen at the almshouse—two worlds, but between them, only a few streets away.

He suddenly felt bored with the upcoming feast.

Midai Ono looked at him across the table, looking at his suppressed deep sadness. Tan Jing usually has very few words and no expressions, and she has ridiculed him more than once before: The sour and rotten literati are high, but they have also become a traitor, and they have no capital.

"You've never spoken so much to me before," she said again, "I thought you were born with little talk." ”

This startled Tan Jing, and he realized that he was overly relaxed again, and it was in front of Midai Ono again. It's not easy to lose your words if you don't talk much, and a blank face helps you keep your secrets – when he was in college, he was also an active member of the school, often talking at parties or club events, and was the center of attention.

He subconsciously picked up the only cup left in front of him, trying to pretend to drink water to hide his expression, but the cup was empty, causing Ono Midai to sneer on the other side.

Tan Jing put the cup down in embarrassment and sighed softly: "I'm really sorry, I'm always distracted in front of Secretary Ono." ”

"Do you hate the Japanese?"

She asked the question, and then watched as Tan Jing suddenly tensed, she could even feel his muscles contract and tense under his shirt, his sitting position unchanged, but the whole person was ready to go.

"What kind of joke are you kidding," Tan Jing began, "how can I hate the Japanese?" On the contrary, I have great respect for the Japanese, a country that once lagged behind China for dozens of centuries, but has achieved a comeback in just a few decades, which is admirable. ”

Midai Ono smiled lightly: "Do you also admire Japanese people like Toshiaki and Takeshi Noda?" ”

Like a glass of water freezing at a low temperature, Ono felt that the atmosphere between Tan Jing and her had slowly dropped from vigilance to below freezing, and she almost felt that Tan Jing had hidden countless sharp swords in those ices, and the tip of each sword was aimed at him.

The thin man on the other side adjusted his sitting position after a long silence and slowly exhaled.

"The slaughter of unarmed civilians and the infliction of inhumane violence against the weak who are powerless to resist," his voice seemed to come out of his chest, "This is no longer the scum of Japan, but the shame of all mankind." ”

As he spoke, his face "revealed" undisguised hatred. Lady Ono stiffened in her seat with her glass, feeling the air become viscous in all directions, leaving her breathless.

"I'm sorry." Tan Jing stood up suddenly, took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose and wiped them with a handkerchief, "I suddenly remembered that there was something urgent to do, and I missed it, so I asked Secretary Ono for forgiveness." ”

The waiter had already come over with the tray of food, and watched in amazement as Tan Jing strode past him—he hadn't forgotten to pay the bill, but he hadn't brought enough money, so he had to press the Marlboro pen given by Qi Chuan Shun on the counter, and go back to get the money and deliver it himself.

Ono ordered the dishes of the two of them, and after Tan Jing left, she was faced with those expensive and delicate dishes, and she had no appetite.

She can't get used to talking about Jing being taciturn, submissive to Sukawa Shun, and singing praises for the Japanese, so she wants to "force" his blood "sex", even if it is only for a moment, so that she can use this moment to prove that he has not "lost" his original "nature" in his long-term latent career, and has not forgotten his original name.

Tan Jing gave her the answers she wanted, even better than she had expected.

But Ono Meidai suddenly lost her appetite, and even regretted what she had just said, and wanted to pull Tan Jing back and erase all the memories of Fang Cai, just like when they just sat down at this table, not talking about state affairs, only gossiping.

The waiter poured ice water for Ono Medde, and Ono drank it all, and so on several times, until finally the waiter simply stood beside her with a pot, and when she finished drinking a glass, they immediately refilled it until she drank the whole pot of water.

She exhaled softly, and she drank too much ice water, and even her breath was cool.

The hot dishes on the table had turned into cold dishes, and the waitress passing by had a heartbroken expression, regretting that she had missed the best time to eat, and that the fat was now solidified, and she would feel very tired of eating it.

For such a long time, Midai Ono has not left, she herself knows that she is not waiting for anyone, but she does not want to go. She picked up her knife and fork and began to eat, and the carefully cooked food tasted like chewing wax in her mouth.

It was already completely dark outside, and the whole city was lit up with singing and dancing, Catherine's resident band began to play, and the gentlemen and nobles slid onto the dance floor together, and the sound of music and laughter mixed together, adding to her cold breeze.

A man stood across from her, and Ono looked down, only to see his hand on the table.

A very beautiful hand, with slender fingers, distinct joints, and a little calloon where the pen is held all the year round, which is not ugly, but more lined with the quality of this hand.

The knife and fork on the opposite side were picked up by the beautiful hand, and the owner of the hand seemed to sigh: "I thought you were gone." ”

She still didn't look up: "Then what are you going to do when you come back?" ”

"When the urgent business is done, I naturally want to come back." He put a piece of cold meat in his mouth, chewed it twice, and frowned, "Can you heat it up again?" ”

Ono Meidai still lowered her head: "You ask the waiter." ”

Sure enough, he called in the waiter, and the Russian woman was gone, this time by a young foreign man with a high nose and deep eyes, who spoke very fluent English. He told Tan Jing that he could go back to the kitchen to heat it, but reheating would affect the taste.

"It's better than eating cold food." Tan Jing said so.

The hot dishes on the table between the two were quickly taken away, and Ono still didn't look up. She heard the legs of a chair rubbing against the floor, a pair of shoes stopped in front of her, and the man crouched down beside her, looking up at her face.

"I thought you were crying." He breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm afraid I won't get any comfort from talking to reporters, so I don't dare to cry."

Tan Jing laughed softly, he put his hand on Ono Maida shoulder, and then stood up: "Can you dance?" ”

"A little, not a good jump." She replied, "My grandfather objected to me learning to dance, and he said that the lady should not dance like this. ”

Tan Jing didn't ask this, she answered a bit too much.

"It just so happens that there are no ladies here." Tan Jing stopped his hand in front of her, "I'm a reporter, you're a secretary, and there's no lady." ”

Midai Ono smiled, put her hand in his palm, and the two slid onto the dance floor together, dancing in a standard manner, but the distance between them could be stuffed with another person.

"Why are you asking me those words?" Tan Jing suddenly spoke, and then took the opportunity of Ono Meidai to spin her into his arms, and asked close to the tip of her ear, "You still doubt me?" ”

"Do you think your answer clears your name?"

"I can't say anything that can clear suspicions." He pushed Ono out again, and the tango music went to a fierce place, and the two danced as if they were fighting, "What do you want to do this time?" Get me into the Security Bureau again? Then it's better to send me to the secret service, Fujii Shou is more reliable than Yu Fangfei, he will kill me directly. ”

"You'll live well, Tan Jing," Midai Ono slammed herself into the crook of his arm, but the two of them didn't touch it at all, "A place like the Security Bureau and the Secret Service, one entry is enough." ”

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