The hotel's restaurant is more exaggerated than Jin Fubai's suite, as if to incorporate all the luxurious elements in the world.
Several oil paintings hang in the hall, and crystal chandeliers hang from the white embossed roof. Even in the daytime, the chandeliers are lit, casting a layer of pale golden light underneath.
It's not an exaggeration to say that it is extravagant.
Xiang Yu vaguely knew that the owner of this hotel and Jin Fubai were friends. His friend's taste was really unique. The designer must have had a headache during the decoration, because the decoration style was not well-organized, and it was completely like a dragon in Western legends. If you see any treasure, you have to hide it in your cave.
Just after thinking about it, I saw the porcelain vase on the carved shelf in the corner of the wall.
She felt that she was not mistaken, this corner is Chinese retro style again, neither foreign nor local.
Xiang Yu just complained in her heart that she and Jin Fubai were not familiar enough to joke about his friends casually.
Some words can always be said at the right time, and she is very winking at this point.
Still Jin Fubai's taste is good.
He only wore one of the brand's most classic plaid shirts. This color was really bad. There were so many imitations that were common on college campuses, but he just wore a kind of extravagance.
It's not that the shirt has raised his value, it's that he wears the shirt so that others can't afford it.
In the middle of the restaurant, there was a woman in a red dress, standing on a small Western-style stage, playing the violin with her eyes closed.
Xiang Yu and Jin Fubai were sitting by the window.
It is the kind of arched top window of a European-style building. It is very spacious. Looking down from the upper floor, you can see the entire street that has been washed by the rain and people holding umbrellas in the sporadic drizzle.
The waiter handed over the menu in two copies, one in pure English.
Xiang Yu directly returned the pure English copy to the waiter, saying that only the Chinese copy was enough.
The waiter subconsciously looked at Jin Fubai, Jin Fubai smiled and nodded, signaling him to go to work first.
Xiang Yu took the menu and handed it to Jin Fubai, and asked sincerely, "What do you want to eat? After all, I'm inviting you to dinner. Would you like some?"
After I finished speaking, I felt that my sincerity was not enough, so I quickly added, "Just order it."
Quite the upstart little arrogant.
Jin Fubai smiled, he rarely explained anything seriously to people, today is an exception: "I have very few dishes that I want to eat, and my appetite is not good, why don't you see what you like to eat, order a little, maybe it depends on you If I eat well, I'll have a better appetite."
The woman who played the violin no longer knew where to go. Someone was playing the piano, still Tchaikovsky.
It seems that the owner of this hotel also prefers Tchaikovsky.
The menu, which was as thick as a graduation thesis, was pushed back to Xiang Yu by Jin Fubai.
After a few days of contact, Xiang Yu also had some superficial understanding of Jin Fubai:
He is a richer man than Tang Yuchi's second-generation rich man, but from a certain point of view, the more he sits at a high level, the less happy he may be.
It's true that he has a bad appetite. The octopus balls that he bought last time were six in a box, and Jin Fubai only ate one.
Xiang Yu took the menu, flipped through it for a while, and was entangled by the foie gras.
Jin Fubai sat opposite Xiang Yu and scrutinized the girl carefully. She frowned, as if encountering a problem, and even gestured with her hands on the table.
It looks a bit like a vertical column
"What is it?" he asked with interest.
Xiang Yu's fingertips hung on the table for half a second, then looked up at him: "Don't talk, I'll be confused when you talk, I want to figure out which one is more cost-effective, this pan-fried foie gras or the big rose foie gras."
Jin Fubai obviously didn't expect this kind of algorithm to eat, and suddenly smiled: "Which way do you want to eat more?"
This question seemed to provide another way of thinking for Xiangyu, she suddenly realized: "But I have never eaten the foie gras here."
"The pan-fried foie gras is made with kiwi fruit jam. It's not bad. Is the big rose foie gras..."
Jin Fubai squinted slightly, recalled for a moment, and said, "It seems to be hawthorn thin slices wrapped in foie gras. It's very special and worth trying."
Xiang Yu is a very easy-going girl. Listening to Jin Fubai's words before and after, it is obvious that the latter is recommended. She doesn't count it, and she directly confirms: "Then let's go with foie gras in the big rose."
While waiting for the time to serve the food, Xiang Yu found that her mobile phone had not been taken out, so she decided to go back to the bedroom to get it.
Jin Fubai teased her: "Is there any serious business, do you have to go now?"
"What kind of business can a homeless person have, of course, it is used to play greedy snakes."
Xiang Yu went back to get his phone, and when he came back, the woman in the red dress who was playing the violin was standing beside Jin Fubai, who at some point ordered a bottle of white wine and raised a goblet to drink .
I didn't take a closer look just now, but now it seems that the woman really has a pair of enchanting eyes, just blinking a few times, and the style between her brows and eyes is spontaneous.
I don't know what Jin Fubai said, but when the woman walked away, the look in her eyes was like the remnants of late autumn leaves, shaky.
Xiang Yu walked over with his mobile phone and was a little curious: "Is that violinist looking for your contact information just now?"
"Um."
"You didn't give it?"
"Did not give."
Xiang Yu started a game of greedy snakes, his fingertips roamed the screen, and said casually: "But she is very beautiful, has a good figure, and can play the violin."
Jin Fubai, who was sitting opposite, smiled: "There is no free lunch in the world."
Jin Fubai is a rational person, and his first reaction to approaching a stranger is not a romantic idea, but a kind of vigilance.
If this is his attitude towards life...
Xiang Yu stared at the greedy snake walking on the screen for a long time. In fact, at this moment, she was a little fortunate. She was fortunate that Jin Fubai handed out her shirt to her acquaintance. When they met in Changsha, he also issued an invitation to share a suite. .
She didn't take the initiative, so she wasn't guarded.
The greedy snake only ate three eggs, and it looks like a stubby caterpillar. Before showing the snake's appearance, it has already touched the obstacle, GAME OVER.
Xiang Yu was suddenly in no mood to play games, so he put away his phone and looked at Jin Fubai.
Jin Fubai put down the goblet and told her a story with a smile:
In the early years, in a coffee plaza abroad, a woman walked by swaying and swaying, and was accidentally scratched by the corner of the table to the skirt made of silk fabrics.
The men present at the time looked at it one after another, and when they recovered, many of them lost their wallets.
"Why did you lose it?" Xiang Yu was a little puzzled.
Jin Fubai filled her a cup of flower and fruit tea: "The woman and the thief are in the same group."
One for attracting attention and one for stealing.
Absolutely good partner.
Xiang Yu asked without thinking: "Have you seen it? Is she in good shape?"
Jin Fu glanced at her, but said nothing, so Xiang Yu asked in a different way, "Have you lost your wallet?"
Jin Fubai smiled: "No."
The meal was quite pleasant. Xiang Yu is not a little girl who is not familiar with the world. She has been to Internet cafes, billiard halls and bars, and she has also heard Zhao Yanmo's flock of friends openly speak yellow at the dinner table. Dirty stories, and then brag about how awesome you are in bed.
At that time, Xiang Yu saw them blowing clouds and snorting and bragging, and always felt that even if they were talking about things between adult men and women, they still contained naive souls under their skins.
Not only childish, but also vulgar.
But Jin Fubai has a unique charm of mature men, and he is very decent when joking.
He said the truth with a smile when Xiang Yu was tasting the big rose foie gras: "In fact, I didn't bring my wallet with me that day."
So I didn't lose my wallet because I didn't watch it.
It's because I didn't bring it.
Xiang Yu was holding the foie gras wrapped in hawthorn. He wanted to laugh but couldn't open his mouth, so he could only hold back his mouth and almost burst into tears.
Near the end of the lunch, Jin Fubai lit a cigarette, pierced the cut tobacco with a metal needle as before, and inserted a piece of something into it.
He smiled and said, "Wait by yourself? I'll go to the bathroom."
Nod to Taro.
She had always wondered what he was stuffing into the tobacco when he smoked.
Why did the cigarette turn into a curling agarwood when it got into his mouth
While Jin Fubai was away, Xiang Yu picked up the phone and searched for a while.
There is an answer on the Internet. What he put in the cigarette is a special agarwood stick.
After reading it, I realized that stuffing agarwood in the cigarette has so many functions, and it can also clear the lungs and relieve cough...
Xiang Yu was skeptical about this result. He always felt that smoking was not a good habit. How could he still clear his lungs
She continued to check while thinking about Jin Fubai's way of gently twisting the cigarette between her fingers.
There is everything on the Internet. In the recommended search, some people searched "the benefits of stuffing agarwood sticks when smoking", and some people searched "add three drops of paraquat to cigarettes".
Out of curiosity, Xiang Yu clicked in one by one and read the recommendation question about adding paraquat when Jin Fubai came back.
Xiang Yu suddenly reacted, and turned to look at Jin Fubai: "Jin Fubai, are you going to check out?"
The people who were asked were noncommittal and just smiled.
It confirmed her problem.
"... It's not like I'm here to treat you today, why did you settle the bill?"
"Let you remember me more deeply, lest you forget me when you return to the Imperial City," he said.
In fact, Xiang Yu was a little absent-minded.
Less than half an hour ago, Jin Fubai told her the story of "there is no free lunch in the world". Now that he has settled the bill, she has become the one who eats the free lunch.
But thinking about it carefully, her "free lunch" is more than today's meal, and the trouble she has caused Jin Fubai over the past few days can all be attributed to it.
But Xiang Yu didn't know what the price of her free lunch was.
Is it really as simple as he said, just tell her not to forget him after returning to the Imperial City
Jin Fubai has a floating agarwood on his body, warm and gentle.
He didn't go back to his seat, but stood behind Xiang Yu's chair, put one hand on the back of her chair, and leaned in to look at her phone: "Playing games again?"
Xiang Yu felt his warm breath, she didn't look back, stared at the screen and replied, "No, check something."
Probably Jin Fubai, who was behind him, also saw the content on the mobile phone, first chuckled, then got closer: "I'm not satisfied with this meal? Thinking of dropping paraquat into the cigarette? This is to vote Poison?"
He said, "Are you going to kill the cook, or are you going to kill me?"
His tone was light, blending in with Tchaikovsky's tunes.
The voice was husky, like a lover murmured.