Chapter 5 of Dragons 2.

Please accept it.

"Mingfei, is it hard for you to be alone abroad?" Chen Wenwen stopped the knife and fork in her hand.

"It's okay. I have a senior brother named Fingel who lives in the same dormitory. He takes good care of me." Lu Mingfei was still dealing with the roasted lamb chops, and his voice echoed in every corner of the Aspasia restaurant.

This is an old house facing the river. Before liberation, it was a three-story bungalow owned by a French businessman. It was bought by Aspasia and then renovated. The original old elm floors were retained, but all the four walls were smashed and replaced with floor-to-ceiling windows.

It is connected to the house, and the floor slabs have been smashed. Looking up, you can see the 8-meter-high dome. A huge chandelier hangs on the old wooden beams from nearly a hundred years ago. At the moment, the chandelier is extinguished. The huge chandelier is

The only lights in the space were the candlesticks on the tables of Lu Mingfei and Chen Wenwen.

Lu Mingfei almost thought he had been stunned by Caesar, because from a distance the building was dark, as if it had been closed.

When the car stopped, he saw a light left in front of the door. A waiter was standing in the rain holding an umbrella. He bowed to Lu Mingfei and said, "Aspasia is reserved tonight." Just as Lu Mingfei turned around and asked.

As he was leaving, the waiter opened the door behind him and said, "Mr. Ricardo M. Lu, no one will disturb your meal." Only then did Lu Mingfei understand that his boss, who had so much money that burned his brain, gave him the entire Aspasia.

Wrapped up.

Chen Wenwen was wearing the familiar white skirt, a white skirt that was almost transparent, white lace socks and flat bottoms and (sic) black leather shoes. The candlelight cast a faint warm color on her body.

Lu Mingfei had never eaten so seriously in his life. His waist was straight, as if someone had inserted a rolling pin into his lower back. His elbows were hanging in the air, and he cut the mutton chops with precision.

This is partly due to the expensive formal suit. Although I don't know if this suit of clothes is a benefit given by the boss of Caesar to his younger brother, it would be bad if it makes some wrinkles when wearing such a valuable thing.

No one showed them the menu at all, they just briefly asked about the taboos, and while drinking a bottle of 1997 Margao red wine, the dishes came out quietly.

The waiter explained that the executive chef had selected the best ingredients for this reserved afternoon. The cheese with the awkward name was fermented for five years in a cave in some mountain in Italy. Every grass that the sheep ate since birth was delicious.

It is native to Italy, and the fish is sourced from Japan to ensure that every dish meets their strict three-star Michelin standards.

Lu Mingfei looked at the small piece of mutton chop on his plate and calculated how much blood and sweat of the working people he had eaten in one bite.

Not far away on the left hand side is a huge ancient ship, which is a salvaged sunken ship from the Ming Dynasty. On the old ship's planks, which have been corroded by the sea water for many years, are placed a variety of wines of different years.

On the right hand side is a huge glass window. Outside the window is a tree-lined road. Beyond the tree-lined road is a small river. The rain patters on the glass.

(This is what the original picture looks like. There may be a printing problem.) Lu Mingfei had never eaten so seriously in his life. His waist was straight, as if someone had inserted a rolling pin into his lower back, and his elbows were dangling in the air.

The right knife cuts the lamb chops in a precise manner.

This is partly due to the expensive formal suit. Although I don't know if this suit of clothes is a benefit given by the boss of Caesar to his younger brother, it would be bad if it makes some wrinkles when wearing such a valuable thing.

Because it looks like someone who has money, leisure and taste, when the waiter asked how mature the lamb chops should be, Lu Mingfei even gave up his usual preference of "fully cooked" and said reservedly like a gourmet.

Five points”.

How could they be bad?

In his memory, Chen Wenwen always wore this transparent white skirt, sitting on a bench in the sun and reading a book. It seemed that without wearing this skirt, Chen Wenwen would not be Chen Wenwen.

During these three long years, even if he was very close to Chen Wenwen, he still felt that he was looking at her from a distance, because there were always various boys around her caring about her, and she was always surrounded by the shadows of those people.

However, those people were better than him, making him feel ashamed when he got close.

But now she was still wearing such a white dress, with a layer of warm light flowing on Chen Wenwen's skin. When he raised his eyes, he could see those gentle eyes and smell the warm fragrance of some magic water on her hair.

None of the people who used to surround Chen Wenwen can disturb them now. Today Aspasia... has reserved the venue!

The sound of music is vague.

"Do you like this song?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"I like it, it's "I found my love in Portofino" by Dalida," Chen Wenwen said, "Lu Mingfei...you have changed." Lu Mingfei was startled, has he changed?

Pulled up?

No longer the disgraced boy?

Have you started to enjoy Dalida’s songs?

Finally one day the bastard turned over!

"Sir, would you like to come here and choose a sweet wine for dessert?" the sommelier came over and asked respectfully.

"Well, okay!" Lu Mingfei nodded, puffed out his chest and left his seat with dignity.