Grand General Ferreira, whose name has not even been remembered clearly, is now bothered, really. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

His mood was like the piece of straw paper he had thrown out on the ground in front of him, torn, dirty, crumpled, and repeatedly ravaged.

In the whole Crescent City, the only one who dared to ravage his mood was the stupid and arrogant maid, and he didn't understand why he hadn't killed that audacious, vulgar, rude, and messing around little with a sword until now.

Hillbilly?

Hateful!

Ferreira trembled with anger when he thought of Thurman, Chalonbas, Femeen Jr., who should be on the same side as him, and even junior Rochi, Frank, and Tiago looking at him with "deep meaning".

The general was furious, and everyone was afraid, and a great welcome dinner that should have been supposed to be was blown up—though everyone did not care, or even tired of, the so-called "feast" of the tedious and uninteresting mere routine.

The next morning, Ferreira woke up tossing and turning, shocked to find that his wife, who was usually lazy and difficult to get up, had gotten up early and had finished freshening up, and was dressing up her outfit.

Ferreira knew that his wife was eagerly looking forward to and carefully preparing for today's visit to the so-called experience store, he knew that his wife really recognized and longed for the so-called fashion in the mouth of the maid, and he also knew that the reason why his wife personally came forward to ease the atmosphere and protect the maid yesterday was not only to avoid him from getting too stiff with the Ashlen family when he first arrived, but also to consider personal victory.

Abella was defeated yesterday, and all aspects of the posture were defeated, and it was a mess.

Although he is naturally arrogant, he also has a graceful temperament, and if he loses, he is defeated, and there is nothing that cannot be admitted.

But she refuses to admit defeat, she will never admit defeat - she is the first beauty in the West, she is naturally beautiful, she is gorgeous, she is noble and glorious, how can she not compare to a group of lowly and obscene maids?

There must be an objective external factor that I don't know but absolutely have a huge impact!

Hmph, it must be the so-called fashion in the mouth of the maid, right? It doesn't matter, as long as you master it, you can erase all external influences, and the two sides will return to the same running line, start again, and speak with their own capital, then, in the end, they will inevitably become the most dazzling "honey beauty" in the crowd!

The old husband and wife, Ferreira can easily know what Abella thinks, and he also approves of his wife's approach - the wife of the "golden lightning" will always be the first beauty!

However, it seems that it is also very good to be able to have a lover......

Thinking of the face and dress of the maid who dared to offend her yesterday, Ferreira had a burst of evil fire in her body!

Don't give me a chance to catch you!Knock down, plow, gallop, whip!Phew!Just do it anyway!Again and again!It's useless to shout at your throat!

Well, enough rhetoric and daytime fantasies have been said and done, but the next thing is to do some practical things, such as shopping with my wife...... Well, it's not a great experience, but obviously, I have to go.

It's time to hit the streets, so let's change your clothes. However, looking at some of the clothes in the suitcase, I suddenly remembered yesterday's comment made by the maid about his outfit - "hillbilly", "gaudy", "big orange"......

Ferreira angrily stripped off the aristocratic costumes and chose between them, only to change into a simpler swordsman's suit.

Damn it......

When he got out, he didn't throw off the reception staff of Crescent City who were already waiting outside the door, and walked all the way forward. Today's trip was only his husband and wife, and he didn't bring any subordinates with him - he didn't need his subordinates to escort him.

The accommodation given to Ferreira and his wife was not in the castle, but in the borough, and the reason given was that it was more comfortable, and although Ferreira thought it was just an excuse to avoid him from entering the castle to see through the details, he really couldn't deny it.

Stripped of all personal prejudices and evaluated with the most fair and objective eye, the administrative district of Crescent City was definitely one of the most beautiful urban districts he had ever seen, not even worse than some of the best locations in the capital!

"I didn't expect that in this barbaric and backward northland, there would be such a flourishing civilization......

Impatiently following the guidance of the reception staff begging grandpa to tell grandma, Ferreira and his wife came to the agreed meeting place. The Grand Duke's father and son, Shalombas, and the huge group of concubines he had brought with him, Feminne, and the little fat man of the Marcao family were already waiting there. Yes, the leaders of the Three Counties and Crescent City will be joining today's tour, claiming to be interested in so-called fashion as well, but Ferreira insists that these people are just trying to join in the fun.

"Wait for me......"

Including the guards, there was a large crowd of people, and Ferreira was helpless even if he didn't like it—the vulgar merchant of Shalombas valued his life too much for anyone to think of distracting him. Fortunately, there are enough carriages prepared on the Crescent City side, and it is okay to sit on the carriage, out of sight and out of mind.

Not knowing whether to rejoice or be angry, Ferreira discovered that the spacious carriage was only occupied by his wife and his wife...... It seems that no one wants to ride with him, the commander of the "majestic" First National Defense Force in the West.

The carriage was moving, and the carriage came to a standstill. After a while, we arrived at our destination, and it was said that it was a pastry shop called "Amazing Grace".

"Whew......!

Everyone got out of the car, and everyone entered the store. Today it is closed for the purpose of hosting a group of nobles who have arrived, Ferreira, expressing his disdain. Isn't this a privilege? Other cities in the republic will definitely be criticized to the point of stinking!

But...... Is this what privilege tastes like?

It doesn't feel bad......

They sat down, and the waitresses, dressed in a strange but good-looking uniform, brought the menu with a smile on her face.

Over there, Luo Qi, the eldest son of the Ichlen family, was already introducing with a smile on his face: "All kinds of meals in the menu, please feel free to order, I promise, they are all amazing and delicious foods that you have never tasted." And after eating...... Oh, I don't have to bother to pile up the never-ending gorgeous praises, listen to the hollow! Let you experience it for yourself! Anyway, in the end, there will always be 'another one', 'continue to come one', 'is there any?' again and again~! Then, slowly, you will find that you are thinking about it and you can't do without it...... In fact, I can't leave here anymore, I have to make breakfast here every day! After eating the pastries here, I have the mood and energy to devote myself to work - fortunately! My place of work, Thirteen Lines is next door, haha~!"

"Huh~!This is not a gorgeous compliment? you have blown the whole cow to the sky!"

Pouting disdainfully, Ferreira flipped through the menu, he had no interest in sweets, so he ordered a random scone and coffee, which he noticed were also given a special name, which he thought was just a marketing ploy.

Across from him, Abella had finished her order, but she was still holding the menu and looking at it repeatedly.

Ferreira couldn't help but ask, "What's so nice about the menu?"

Abella looked up at him and smiled: "A lot~!"

"For example?"

"Details. ”

Ferreira smiled bitterly: "Honey, stop playing guessing with me. ”

However, Abella turned her head to look around, took a general look at the interior of the store and its furnishings, and suddenly said, "This should be an elegant and relaxing place......

As if in response to Arbela's judgment, Roche's voice sounded at the right time: "In fact, this is an elegant and leisurely place! Today, of course, is a special case. ”

One of the concubines of Shalombas asked cooperatively, "So when is the right time to come here?"

"That's a good question!" Roche nodded at the concubine, Let's put it this way, please imagine a situation, in a lazy afternoon, or a calm afternoon at three or four o'clock in the afternoon, come here, order a pastry, a cup of coffee, sit on the seat facing the street, with soft music lingering in your ears, and your body is bathed in the warm and warm sunshine, without distraction, without noise, while enjoying the amazing food here, while holding a book and reading quietly, or silently observing the pedestrians rushing to and from the street through the clear floor-to-ceiling glass, thinking about fate, thinking about ethics, thinking about society, thinking about the world, thinking about life...... Or do nothing, lazily curl up in your seat, alone, completely empty, quietly in a daze. ”

The concubine immediately held her face and showed a yearning look: "It's so stylish!

Before the others could express their opinions, they were stopped by a cold snort. Ferreira glanced at the audience with cold eyes, and said disdainfully: "No matter how clever you say, you can't change the fact that this is just a place to fill your stomach! No matter what is surprising and delicious, after all, let the food speak! As long as the food is not up to par, no matter how many layers of literary skin you wrap here, it will not be able to hide the paleness and superficiality inside!"

Roche choked, not that he couldn't refute Ferreira's words, but that he didn't dare, and he didn't want to. He snorted and wanted to perfunctory the past, so he had to say, "Reasonable." ”

"Reasonable fart!"

Listen to the tone, listen to the content, listen to the voice, and you will know who is coming. Following the prestige, sure enough, she saw Gianna come out of the back kitchen, although she was angry, it did not affect her beauty, she glared at Ferreira, turned her head to Rocchi, who was still entangled, and said: "Rocchi, you are too weak! How can you compromise on such a matter of principle?" she grimaced at Ferreira, "but yes, yes, there is no way to popularize these profound and subtle beautiful things to this kind of vulgar and barbaric hillbilly who only knows how to fight and kill!"

"You—" Ferreira was furious.

"What are you!" Gianna immediately choked, "Hmph, hillbilly, you want to witness the deliciousness, right? Okay! Wait! Be careful not to swallow your tongue!"

After speaking, he shook his head, turned around, and walked into the back kitchen again, which was very crisp.

Everyone looked at each other, still reminiscing about Gianna's fierceness, while Ferreira and his wife were all in the same eye. Abella is because of what Gianna called "profound and subtle beautiful things", and Ferreira is because of Gianna's dress today - no longer the OL suit, but a casual outfit, not so serious, more youthful and beautiful.

Well, it doesn't matter, anyway, in Ferreira's eyes, it's just some fancy clothes specially designed to show off and seduce men. It's just that today's body, well, is particularly seductive.

Without making everyone wait long, the dishes they ordered were soon presented one after another. It's just that just seeing the shape of the pastries on the plate makes many people stunned.

Isn't it someone who suddenly sighed: "It's so beautiful! I can't bear to destroy it when I look at it, should I, should I eat it or not?"

Ferreira didn't bother to pay attention to these pretentiousness, and he was stunned, not to mention the round plate of colorful scones, covered with a layer of cheese and tomato sauce and garnished with mixed fruits and seafood, exuding a strong aroma and appetizing to look at, and the cup of coffee alone surprised him.

On the brown coffee liquid, there is a layer of pure white milk that has congealed into a ball, well, this is nothing, but the eye-catching thing is that the shape of the milk ball is actually a maple leaf!

How so?!

Hurriedly bit his lip, repeatedly warned himself that everything in front of him was just a trick, and then, picking up the coffee, took a sip appropriately.

It's a cup of coffee with milk, and it seems to have more milk than coffee, but admittedly, it works well, with a smooth, creamy, and mellow flavor.

If you ask yourself, Ferreira thinks that this is indeed a cup of the best coffee, flawless in every way, better than most coffees I've ever tasted, but it's nothing more than surprising - milk and coffee!

If you count the maple leaf, it's not ......

That's not the essence of coffee!

Ferreira felt that she had found a reason to blame, and she couldn't help but pull the corners of her mouth, and wanted to look at the "pizza" again, but when she looked up, she found that Abella on the other side had round eyes and looked straight ahead in a daze.

"What's wrong?"

Abella didn't answer, she just forked a small piece of the so-called cake onto the plate and put it in Ferreira's mouth.

After two or three seconds, Ferreira also became dazed.