C273 Fang Guans Wine Songs (1/2)

At this time, French cuisine was already famous both at home and abroad. At the end of the 18th century, the French Revolution overthrew the rule of Louis XVI, and a large number of imperial chefs were scattered among the people.

Baked snail, French soup, steak, fried goose liver... All sorts of exquisite French cuisine were served. The French customers in the restaurant were initially waiting to see the jokes of the Chinese people, but when Xiao Letian's very standard table manners were displayed, they were all dumbfounded.

What a strange Chinese man he was to know all the manners of the Western table. Although the other people he brought were a bit clumsy, under his low voice, they quickly became decent.

Those Frenchmen who wanted to watch the show felt that it was boring. Since they didn't have as much money as this Chinese and wanted to make fun of them, there was no opening to their table manners. Since these Chinese weren't any fun at all, they might as well eat their own food.

After the initial formality was over, the atmosphere in the restaurant gradually became gentler after the three cups of wine were drunk. Even Hu Niu and the others started to chat softly, and they would even chuckle from time to time.

Pierre was stunned. He suddenly felt that all the women he had met in his life were as ugly as goblins, and that his life had been a waste.

Pierre was not the only one who had such thoughts in the restaurant. Almost all of the French men were sneaking glances at the beauties of the east from the corner of their eyes. Especially Ping Er and Fang Guan, they were especially focused in their eyes.

The French men's lack of manners angered their female companions. Some of them even threw down their knives and forks and walked out, causing the other men to feel extremely embarrassed.

To be fair, French women were not unattractive, but they were two different styles from Chinese beauties. The most striking characteristic of Oriental women was their exquisite appearance, coupled with their exquisite skin that far surpassed that of European women, which deeply attracted the romantic French men.

Pierre was already drunk, he noticed that all eyes were focused on Fang Guan. This woman who did not laugh loudly, but had two dimples had already deeply attracted him. Pierre was not stupid, after observing his surroundings for the past few days, he had already investigated the relationship between Xiao Letian and the four women.

Hu Niu was Xiao Letian's legal wife, so even if she was beaten to death, her heart would never waver. However, Ping Er and Xiao Letian were always eyeing each other, even a blind person would be able to see the friendship between the two of them. If the Europeans knew that Chinese law allowed polygamy, then Ping Er could very likely be Xiao Letian's concubine.

As for the little girl A Chou, he was really too young, and his entire person was black and thin. It couldn't be said that he was ugly, but it couldn't be said that he was one of the beauties.

Looking around, there was only that girl called Fang Guan who still had a little chance. During those three days, Pierre, with the keen observation of his years of intelligence work, discovered that the girl had no emotional entanglement with a group of Chinese. Especially Xiao Letian, he treated this girl as if he was his little sister. His eyes were extremely pure, without a single trace of distracting thoughts in them.

Pierre had guessed it right, Xiao Letian should not have brought women on this trip to Europe. However, due to the influence of modern man's thoughts, he insisted on becoming the number one person on the honeymoon trip in Chinese history, forcing his two daughter-in-law to go with him to Europe.

Who would be so impatient to wander around the foreign devil territory? However, they couldn't resist Xiao Letian's coaxing, and in the end, the two girls discussed and Fu Hui stayed at home, accompanied by the crazy Hu Niu.

Originally, Xiao Letian only wanted to bring his wife out to travel alone, but after hearing his words, Fu Hui firmly rejected and said righteously, ”You're not young anymore, can you not be so childish? Hu Niu, a girl, accompanied you to the ends of the sky, thousands of miles away. When the time comes, you can go and discuss your business. Leave Hu Niu to deal with Old Lady Yang? ”

Xiao Letian thought that this made sense, and in the end, he still chose Hu Niu, Fang Guan, and Fang Guan to accompany her and the old master to Europe.

There was no need to mention the reason for choosing A Chou, he was a servant who had grown up with Hu Niu. Ping Er was an expert in handling internal affairs, she could definitely make people feel at ease with her wealth management, and Fang Guan was Hu Niu's own request.

Fang Guan was a famous voice in the Faculty Division, he was proficient in Kunge, Peking Opera, critiques, and all the famous songs from the local opera. Although Xiao Letian was not very proud of these traditional songs, but he could not deny the destructive power of these songs to the Paleogene.

The facts proved that Hu Niu's choice was correct, and the boring and boring journey that she had chosen to change was immediately filled with a myriad of colors. What was even more shocking was that Fang Guan was actually a genius in music. At the Calcutta British businessman's royal ball, she had only heard the opera camellia's aria once, but he had already chanted it that night.

Xiao Letian was about to go crazy, the opera's Aria of the Tea Woman was like a famous song about wine, it was extremely popular.

When Fang Guan finished humming a tune, Xiao Letian took Fang Guan off the boat again without a second word, and took the chance to visit the soprano. In just a night's time, Fang Guan actually managed to learn the chant.

From that moment onwards, Xiao Letian consciously taught Fang Guan foreign languages. He really wanted to nurture her and nurture her to become the most popular person in China.

Four bottles of wine were finished very quickly, the generous Xiao Letian had ordered two more bottles, from the looks of it, he would not be able to leave until he was drunk.

Pierre held the goblet and looked at the slightly red Fang Guan through the clear wine. When he shook the wine gently, the woman's swaying figure seemed to be dancing, he really wanted to jump into the sea of wine and dance with the angel from the east.