C210 (2/2)

When Wen Liang sat down, Bao Rong took a bottle of red wine that had woken up a long time ago. From the look of it, red wine was definitely worth a lot of money.

After pouring wine into two beautiful red wine cups, Bao Rong clapped his hands. Beautiful dishes were brought to her by a waiter with a cart. All kinds of dishes dazzled Wen Liang's eyes.

Presumably catching her gaze, he smiled back at her reassurance smile, then quickly ended the conversation on the phone.

Bao Rong nodded his head towards the pianist, who put down the music manual and started waving his fingers on the keyboard.

A beautiful white piano with tripods immediately began playing elegantly. Green Sleeve. This song was still fresh in his memory. The melody of the classical folk song was tinged with a tinge of sadness and beauty.

”You've booked the place?” She withdrew her attention and looked around.

”I didn't.” He replied.

”Why would the peak of the restaurant...”

”Have a taste of these three dishes.” He pointed to three delicate plates on the table.

When Wen Liang took a closer look, he realized that the three dishes were exactly the same. It was just that the shape of the plate was different.

”Are you here to find fault?” Let me find the difference between the three dishes? ” Wen Liang asked as he picked up his fork. But he still tasted the three dishes that Qi Ye had pointed out just now in coordination. Only then did he ask, ”You asked me to come here to try out the dishes?”

”Yes.” He raised his eyebrows and gave a sharp and precise answer.

”If you want to try something, then try it. Why are you still playing 'Green Sleeve'?” ”It's a sad song...”

”Weren't you going to play it for me all those years ago?” He pointed to the dish and asked Wen Liang, ”Which one suits you best?”

It made her act like a clown.

Qi Ye turned his head to look at Bao Rong who was standing at the side.

In the middle of eating, Wen Liang suddenly raised his head and looked at Qi Ye innocently, with a broccoli in his mouth.

”Let's try out the main course.” The three dishes were exactly the same.

Wen Liang began to ask warily, ”What is the purpose of the cuisine?”

”Let the restaurant take its essence to the dregs.”

”I can only replace my own taste. I'm not a food critic, so I can't replace the taste of the masses.” Wen Liang put down his fork and said very seriously.

”As long as it suits your taste.” He cut a piece of steak and held it to her mouth. ”Try it.”

In the end, she still ate it.

From the appetizer to every dish after that, although he had only taken a single sip, he could not keep himself warm. In the end, he shook his hand, ”I can't take it anymore, I can't hold on anymore.”

”Thin Secretary.” Qi Ye called out the Thin Secretary's name.

Thin Secretary took the tablet computer in his pocket and fiddled with it.

A white curtain suddenly dropped from the sky behind him. The music reached its climax, and the shade around the French windows in the dining room fell. The restaurant was enveloped in darkness, only the sound of the piano could be heard.

When everything fell into darkness, his sense of hearing and sense of smell suddenly became much sharper.

Just as she was about to speak, warm yellow lights flashed around her. Then, he fell into darkness once more.

Behind her, in the white curtain that had fallen down a moment ago, a screen suddenly appeared. The pianist who had finished playing had already left the white grand piano in the darkness.

Bao Rong who was dressed in the servant's attire pressed a button and turned on the projector.

The huge scene was projected onto the white curtain.

On the screen, thunderous applause could be heard. On the huge stage, there was a black triangular piano playing. Behind him, the champagne curtains accentuated the elegance and elegance of the black grand piano. The words ”Graduation Party” hung on the curtain, glittering in gold.

In the camera, Wen Liang was wearing a long white sleeved chiffon shirt with an elegant bow on her chest. She was wearing a light blue pleated skirt. Beneath his feet was a pair of snow-white canvas shoes. It was a pair of pure and quiet shoes. Compared to the bogus kid from his childhood who practiced martial arts blindly, it was like the difference between heaven and earth.

She stood on the stage, obediently bowing to the audience before slowly walking towards the piano.

Sitting on the piano stool, she had long hair that fell to her waist. Her long hair, which was as black as seaweed, was scattered around her waist. Her long, snow-white fingers danced on the black and white keyboard of the piano …

”How did you get this video?” Wen Liang turned his head to ask Qi Ye in shock, only to realize that all the employees in the restaurant had all disappeared. Qi Ye also didn't know when he had already stood up, but he quietly walked to her side. In the instant she turned around, a kiss fell from the corner of her mouth.