As the elevator doors opened, two rows of welcoming ladies lined up on either side of the elevator door.

These women are no more than twenty years old, all of them are 1.7 meters tall, not too tall or a point shorter, so well-proportioned that you can't help but wonder if they have been measured by precision instruments. Each of them is a national color and fragrance, and the figure is angry.

In particular, the four people in the lead are each dressed in fiery red high-slit cheongsam, and the hem is embroidered with a phoenix pattern with gold wire, which is lifelike, revealing round and slender thighs, and the flesh makes people's eyes shine.

The latter wore long white dresses with balloon sleeves and lace trims, the hem of which was propped up by elastic and resilient dragon ropes, and they were bare with sleek shoulders and soft backs.

The last group is more exaggerated, with a gray white background with a small cloth pocket on her chest and a white silk scarf on her head; There is a royal sister police officer dressed in a dark gray guard uniform, exposing her entire thighs to the air; There are also suits and leather shoes that wrap themselves tightly, and hang a pair of gray-framed eyes with elegant and charming teacher clothes.

Straight Wang Xiaoshi's eyes were straight, and he muttered in the middle: Ah, mom, you really know how to play in the city, let's have a meal, let's have a meal, let's have such a little girl standing at the door, and she wears so little.

He really wanted to remind Shangguan Xuanxuan if he had gone to the wrong place, but looking at the latter's pouting and unhappy expression, he still dispelled the thought in his heart.

The elevator was completely opened, Luo Zhehang and the others walked out one after another, and 2o delicate girls bowed at ninety degrees almost at the same time.

The movements were like those of the soldiers of the honor guard, uniform and spectacular, and it was obviously specially trained.

"Welcome!"

The group continued to move forward, and a young woman stood at the door of each private room along the way.

Like the female greeter at the elevator door, these women are also one in a hundred exquisite beauties.

And they were all wearing different kinds of costumes, and seeing Luo Zhehang, a question kept lingering in his mind: Which one of them came up with this torturous ghost idea?

Fortunately, Luo Zhehang's concentration is quite deep, otherwise the provocative and charming eyes of the women along the way alone would be enough to make him "blow himself up and die".

"Miss Ouyang, this is the Louvre you set this morning."

The guide began to push open the door of the private room marked with the words "Louvre", and then quickly flashed to the side, leaning slightly 13 degrees, his left hand lightly resting on the smooth lower abdomen without a trace of fat, and his right hand stretched out diagonally forward, making a very standard gesture of "please enter".

Luo Zhehang and his entourage walked into the box one after another, and as soon as they entered the box, they immediately smelled the elegant fresh air floating in the air.

As far as the eye can see, the European-style solid wood round table is filled with all kinds of flowers, roses, tulips, violets, and stars, making the whole private room look like a beautiful garden.

On the ground is a soft handmade camel wool carpet of Bosger, stepping on it as if stepping on the clouds; The plain curtains hanging from the ceiling completely isolate the private room from the dead silence of the outside world, and with the red and blue flames burning from more than 100 silver candlesticks and the melodious European folk music wafting in the air, people can't help but feel like they are in the Royal European Theater.

"Let's do it, everybody!" Ouyang motioned for everyone to do it, and then bowed down to the guide, who immediately took out the handstand and muttered a few words, and a moment later, two dining tables were pushed in, and the silver-shiningly lit utensils were neatly arranged, like soldiers waiting to be reviewed.

"Pan-fried foie gras, white bamboo shoot cream cold soup, bacon tart, egg skin toast, cheese baked butterfly noodles, sausage rolls, grilled chicken with soy sauce, cobb salad ......"

Every time the guide serves a dish, he will clearly read the name of the dish, but her pleasant voice fell on Luo Zhehang's ears as if the "messenger of the ghost domain" was here to urge him to die.

"That plate of pan-fried foie gras is estimated to be 15 and I can't take it; Yi soy sauce grilled chicken, no matter what, you have to 4o; sausage roll 2o; 2 pieces of egg skin toast apiece, a total of 6 pieces, 12 pieces; Cheese baked butterfly noodles, noodles should not be expensive, 5 pieces of heaven ......"

He was estimating the price of each dish with blood in his heart, but Luo Zhehang, who had no idea, didn't know that the price he estimated at the moment was not even a fraction of the actual price.

However, with the 6 consecutive dishes on the table, Luo Zhehang began to change his thinking, anyway, this is the case, and the ticket in his pocket will definitely not pay for this meal.

So he began to think about breaking through from the main entrance after eating, or breaking the window and calling the armor to descend directly, or finding an excuse to falsely accuse the hotel of refusing to pay for the dishes.

But no matter what, in line with the principle of doing things once you come, Luo Zhehang felt that it was a bit tyrannical to leave without eating in the face of such a large table of sumptuous delicacies.

Alas ~ No matter, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, even if you die, you have to fill your stomach before you can go on the road.

Luo Zhehang, who had figured it out, shook his napkin and "fought" with a knife and fork after the sentence "start eating".

Luo Zhehang ate quickly, but the posture of holding the knife and fork was quite elegant, there was no rudeness, the order of eating was also orderly, not bad at all, and there was always a smile on his face, and he couldn't tell that he was an old man.

Compared with Luo Zhehang, who has experience in going in and out of various large places, Wang Xiaoshi, who eats Western food for the first time, is really a little ...... It's weird.

Steak medium-rare, loaded in separate plates, one serving per person.

When the waiter was sent to Wang Xiaoshi, there was a trace of seeing "relatives" on his face.

The plate was silver, with two slices of dark gray green peppers dotted around the edges, and Wang Xiaoshi's focus was on the gray-roasted piece of fine beef in the middle.

However, the silver tableware placed next to him made him hesitate.

He wanted to ask out loud why he didn't give him chopsticks, but when he saw that his companions around him were cutting and eating with knives and forks, his psychology was thinking: It turns out that people in the city eat braised beef like this. However, the chef level of this hotel is also a little worse, the meat is grilled, and it is served. Forget it, Zhehang didn't mention it, so I won't make trouble.

Wang Xiaoshi, who was thinking about it, felt that it was too much trouble to use the knife and fork together, so he simply took a steel fork from the tableware, and then inserted a fork into the center of the steak, and directly lifted the whole steak and sent it to his mouth.

Good guy Wang Xiaoshi's violent action shocked the waiter who was pouring wine for them, of course, so much so that he didn't pay attention to the overflow of wine.

"Hey, big brother, it's full." Wang Xiaoshi took a hard bite of the gray pepper beef, and his heart was: The people in the city are really roasting beef, and it tastes good at such a big piece at one time, but it is a little difficult to bite.

(End of chapter)

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