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"Viscount Servis to ......"

"Baron Joseph and his Lady to ......"

"Lord Tropoulo brings his family to ......"

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As the doorman sang and sang a harmony, a nobleman in a gorgeous dress walked into the Taurus Hotel.

Led by their own exclusive male and female servants, they talked and laughed with each other and walked into the main venue of the Moon Pavilion.

As soon as you enter the banquet hall, the first thing that catches your eye is countless purple and red flowers, which are carefully decorated in every corner of the hall, and under the reflection of countless candles around the head, they exude bursts of floral fragrance.

In the middle of the hall was a large long dining table with small metal plates containing various kinds of fruit cut into small pieces. There are also a few smaller tables next to it, with freshly squeezed juices. As a dessert before the meal, it was served to the nobles who came one after another.

Zhang Ang was also busy in the back kitchen, not only cooking by himself, but also directing the dozen or so cooks one by one to prevent them from making mistakes in their nervousness.

At this moment, a male servant came over and reported to Zhang Ang: "Your Excellency the Earl and his party have set out, and will arrive in less than a quarter of an hour. ”

"Then you hurry up and get ready, and I'll go change my clothes first. ”

The male servant was about to retreat, but was stopped by Zhang Ang again: "By the way, is the musketeer here?"

"He came early, alone on the balcony in the southwest corner, and didn't know what he was doing. ”

"Oh, I see, all right, you go down. Old Ivan, keep an eye on the kitchen, and I'll go to meet the Count. Zhang Ang instructed old Ivan and walked out of the kitchen.

D'Artagnan came to the Taurus Hotel very early, and after sending off a group of nobles who wanted to come up to talk, he found a remote balcony to prepare for the next banquet.

He stood alone on the balcony, constantly doing all kinds of ceremonial gestures of invitation, and muttered to himself:

"This beautiful young lady, I can ...... Can I ask you to do a dance?"

"Oh, Sophie, your beauty makes Yue'er...... The moon gods are jealous, can I be lucky enough to get one of your dances?"

"Oh, poor man, I think you need to dance. ”

"I thought, we should go for a dance...... No, that's not going to work. ”

......

After practicing for a while, he started dancing again.

"Well, first with your left foot in front, then three steps back, uh, two steps......"

"And then there's a spin, I remember Aramis taught, there's a spin, a little turn...."

"Ah, yes, that's it, so you can hug your waist, if the atmosphere is right....."

D'Artagnan practiced his own selflessness on the balcony, just like he usually practiced his marksmanship.

"Count Marceau has arrived with his beloved daughter, Miss Sophie!"

The musicians, who had been preparing for a long time, played a cheerful music, and the servants spread a roll of red woolen blankets out of the Moon Pavilion to the Earl's splendid carriage.

The nobles had already received the news and came to the door to greet them, and Zhang Ang also changed his dress in time and crowded into the crowd.

Count Marceau got out of the carriage and took Miss Sophie, dressed in a clean white gown, from the carriage.

Zhang Ang only felt that the surroundings were suddenly darkened, as if all the light of the candle flame had been taken away by the girl who walked slowly down from the carriage, which was truly dazzling and dazzling.

Count Marceau led his daughter slowly into the venue, and everyone on both sides said hello to Count Marceau.

Count Marceau's eyes narrowed with joy, and the corners of his mouth raised, a smile he couldn't hide.

He walked to the high platform at the front of the hall and began to deliver the opening speech of the banquet: "Today is an important day, a day of celebration. Because my daughter, my little Sophie, has officially returned to her hometown after her school trip in Paris. This is a day that I am thinking about in the evening, and it is also a day that we are thinking about in Luntu City. In the past few years since she left, I have had a very bad life, I miss her day and night, worry about her, worry about her. Every time I received a letter from her, I would be so happy that I couldn't sleep and read it over and over again. I can't wait to go to Paris right away to see her, solve her problems, and provide her with protection. But, from this day onwards, such hard times are gone forever! My little Sophie is back! and she has promised that she will remain in our city of Luntu, and will not leave his poor old father again......"

Speaking of this, the lord of the city, the martial arts master, and the respected Count Marceau, could no longer cry, and finally calmed down, so he wiped away his tears and continued: "Okay, okay, I'm so happy, too excited. Today's dinner is for everyone to be happy and celebrate this good news. I declare that the dinner has officially begun!"

The crowd clapped their hands, cheered, and dispersed.

Several of the nobles with heads and faces also walked towards Count Marceau.

Zhang Ang raised his hand and patted it.

Uniformly dressed male and female servants entered, each carrying a metal plate in their hands.

The original fruit juices have been removed and replaced by a variety of delicious delicacies and mellow wines.

At the largest table in the middle, there are roast lamb in golden sauce, clear fish fillets in clear soup, greasy steak and refreshing vegetable salad, blackened caviar bread and white stuffed buns, steamed cod, white chopped fat chicken, salty meatballs, and sweet pudding. There are many kinds of food.

On the smaller table next to it, there are brown ale wine, rose wine, fragrant fruit wine, golden honey water, and various flower teas that can remove greasy. A variety of drinks are available to everyone.

Under the guidance of the servants, the nobles picked up the metal plates and tasted the food on the table.

Everyone, as long as they eat the first bite, they can't stop at all, one by one is like a hungry ghost reincarnated, hungry and hungry, and eats vigorously. As soon as a plate of dishes was brought up, it was eaten up.

Many aristocrats simply discarded the dinner plate, directly picked up the dish containing the dishes, and poured it straight into their mouths.

Fortunately, Zhang Ang had foreseen that the ingredients were well prepared, and many dishes were prepared in the afternoon, so that the speed of serving could barely keep up with the consumption of these big stomachs.

This kind of scene is very different from some other ordinary gatherings, where everyone eats and talks to each other.

Because everyone is so focused on eating, they completely forget that the party is a social occasion.

Zhang Ang also found the proud musketeer in the crowd.

He was puffing out his cheeks and eating violently, and he couldn't breathe when he ate.

"What do you think of the food in our small town where birds don't, and how does it compare to Paris?" asked Zhang Ang.

"Also... It's not... OK... I... I take back... What I said... It is indeed no worse than Paris...."d'Artagnan ate so much that his cheeks were bulging, and he was too embarrassed to say that it was not good in his conscience, so he had to generously admit that he had said the wrong thing.

Zhang Ang also saw Miss Sophie, who was taking a small bite of a plate of honey pudding, her two charming eyes narrowed into two crescents.