The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

"There are several kinds of children's meals. The chef recommends this set. The pre-dinner dessert is cinnamon apple puree, which is a sweet and sour appetizer. The main course is vegetable meatloaf, which uses selected high-quality beef and mixes it with five kinds of vegetables. It’s pureed and tastes fresh and delicious.” Wearing a suit, the waiter with a respectful face held up the menu and introduced softly, “Pineapple pie is the dessert after the meal. It’s soft and sweet. It’s made of good refined wheat flour and Hawaii Made from fresh fruit.”

"Then this children's meal is fine." Mrs. Zetian flipped through this article with a lack of interest, and then began to study the following beauty dishes and drinks.

Bolivar glanced at Mrs. Sawada and asked Hiroki Sawada, "What do you want to eat?"

"..." Sawada Hiroki glanced at his mother, but didn't get any glances.

"Don't be afraid," Bolivar touched his face, pulled the waiter's menu, and showed him the illustrations one by one.

But the child still didn't speak, instead flinched a little, just shook his head.

Bolivar tried his best to soften his face, but it didn't seem to work, and the other party turned his eyes away instead.

"..."

The waiter remained politely silent.

"Well," Bolivar closed the menu, "all the children's meals on the menu, one for each."

The waiter responded quickly and spoke very steadily: "There are seven set meals in total, and there are fifteen sets in total after removing the repeated dishes. Is this okay?"

"So be it."

"?" Hiroki Sawada was stunned, his eyes widened, and he suddenly looked up at Bolivar.

Seeing the other party's expression as if a little hamster had been robbed of its melon seeds, Bolivar smiled instead.

"Don't worry, if you don't know what you like to eat, you can try everything." Bolivar comforted gently, "Uncle treats you today."

"No, no, no," Hiroki Sawada finally spoke, shaking his head like a rattle. The fear and timidity at the beginning were frightened by Bolivar's operation, "Too many! No need! Really!"

"It will be wasted!" He hastily stopped it, even wanting to pull his mother's clothes to draw her attention.

"No, you can take a little of everything first, and keep it if you like it. If you don't like it, you can leave it to me, or," Bolivar moved his eyes unconsciously.

Garcia's face darkened.Curacao covered his mouth to hold back his laughter, trembling all over his body.

"Ah, anyway, we have three adults here, so we don't have to worry about leftovers." Bolivar said with great care.

The portion of the children's meal here is very small. In his opinion, after eating the normal set meal, it is very easy for everyone to eat another children's meal.

"...Remove the platter you added earlier." Garcia took a few glances to make sure that Bolivar would not change his mind, and said to the waiter with a dark face.

"No, no, no! How is this possible!" Sawada Hiroki finally panicked, he spoke a little louder, blushing, "...I don't want to eat apple puree!"

"Well, is there anything else?" Bolivar coaxed with a smile.

"I don't like beef either! I don't like soft mud! I don't even want to eat carrots and broccoli!" Sawada Hiroki said loudly about the food he didn't want. , I finally realized what I had done, and I was stunned.

Mrs. Zetian, who was studying the recipe, was finally startled, she frowned, and her tone was dissatisfied: "You child can't be quieter, why are you arguing? Look in this room, is there anyone who is as rude as you?" Shout out..."

"Ms. Sawada," Bolivar called out to the other party, unfolded the menu, and pointed to the two lines of small print on it, "This restaurant purchases sake from Neon every month. It has a soft taste and a relatively low alcohol content, suitable for ladies to drink , of course, if you want to try something stronger, I recommend the brandy here, it is sweet and warm, elegant and noble, just as elegant as your temperament."

"...Then, let's do this." Mrs. Zetian blushed a little, and the corners of her brows and mouth were smiling again, "You really know how to talk."

The waiter on the other side also took another wine list with a wink, and began to talk about the different and subtle tastes of various brandies for the other party to choose.

"Is there anything else?" Bolivar asked softly, turning his gaze back to Hiroki Sawada.

Sawada Hiroki was still a little bit overwhelmed.

"Then remove the dishes that contain beef, and don't even want apple puree, and all kinds of soft purees," Bolivar repeated Sawada Hiroki's words with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Also, Hiroki, vegetables still need food."

"Then there are eight single items left, two appetizers, three main courses, and three desserts." The waiter rewrote the list.

"That's it, try a few more." Bolivar touched his head and returned the menu to the waiter.

"Just a few of these." Mrs. Zetian finally decided on her own dishes, and closed the menu with satisfaction.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Rosales." Mrs. Zetian stretched out her hand to smooth her hair, and put her elbows on the table.

"Just call me Bolivar, Mrs. Sawada." Bolivar smiled, and the waiter on the side opened the bottle of wine with a tool, poured it into a large glass, and began to sober up skillfully.

The conversation between the two was very cautious at the beginning, and they only talked about the well-known scenes in Millican, the food in the restaurant, and the gameplay of various neon customs and novelties.

The waiter remained silent halfway through, and he even spoke softly when serving and changing plates.

"If you haven't seen the Statue of Liberty, I don't really recommend you to take a special trip." Bolivar joked with a smile, "You know, it's just an ordinary statue. may be worth less than a ticket."

"I've heard of the neon Sensoji Temple, and I've always wanted to go there."

"That place is very unique and elegant, and it makes people feel peaceful when they enter." Mrs. Zetian is also very talkative, and the atmosphere at the table is very good for a while.

"Hello, your main dish is spicy crab." Two waiters came in with a tray, and on the plate was a crab that was bigger than a whole head.

"The spicy crab in Champs Elysees is a recipe I personally improved." Bolivar boasted a little, "Compared with the classic version, it doesn't have such a strong spicy taste, but it better reflects the flavor of the crab itself." Delicious."

"Then I'll have a good taste." Mrs. Zetian's eyes were shining. She seemed to like spicy food, so she put on the plastic gloves prepared by the waiter and started peeling the shells.

However, the shell of the crab was a bit hard, and she spent a long time trying to get it off, but accidentally splashed a lot of vegetable juice on her body and face.Mrs. Zetian looked at a reddish-brown crab sauce idea on her chest, her face froze.

Hiroki Sawada was eating the crab legs that Bolivar had just peeled off, and when he saw Mrs. Sawada's ugly face, he was startled, and his chopsticks stopped.

"This crab shell is not very broken, you can use my share." Bolivar smiled and reached out to take the other party's share, and exchanged the crab that he had just disassembled in front of Mrs. Zetian.

The waiter also silently handed over a hot towel.

"Thank you, Mr. Bolivar." Mrs. Zetian smiled slowly, and wiped off the marks on her face and clothes with a towel.

Only then did the atmosphere at the dinner table regain its flow.

"I read the recent news. Apple seems to be willing to transfer? Your company seems to want to acquire?" Mrs. Zetian's words carried a well-hidden temptation.

"Well, I do have this idea, but how about the specifics? It's still a matter of nothing." Bolivar laughed, "After all, who doesn't want apples?"

The waiter served another round of wine. Bolivar glanced at the glass. This was already the third glass. It was an aperitif before the meal with brandy for the main course, and now it was a liqueur after the meal.

Mrs. Zetian picked up the wine glass very boldly, drank a small half of it in one gulp, and put down the glass with a little heavy movement.

"Mr. Bolivar," Mrs. Zetian blushed, covered her mouth with a smile, "You sent a message earlier saying that you liked Hiroki's talent..."

"I appreciate Hongshu's potential," Bolivar corrected. He looked at the other person's face, "You should also know that our company's main business is the software industry."

"Of course I know this. I have clearly investigated all the software companies in the United States."

Mrs. Zetian's eyes shifted, her tone was vague and ambiguous: "Of course I am very clear, but I don't know if you are clear. Before, Pandora Company and Four-Color Square both took the initiative to send messages. Of course, they are not as good at talking and flattering as you are." I like it, but I’m not as considerate as you.”

Mrs. Zetian pointedly touched the exquisite tableware in front of her. Each table knife was made of silver, with smooth and exquisite patterns carved on it, which was beautiful but not uncomfortable: "The other party's conditions are not good. You are so generous."

"Those men, even their hair is full of contempt. While wanting something, wanting to use me and my children, at the same time looking down on me in my heart." Mrs. Zetian seemed a little drunk, giggling , "I can almost see that sentence through their faces, it's just an old woman who can't keep her husband, what is she proud of?"

"Other people, seeing that I am wearing gold and silver and wearing famous brands, think that I worship money very much. Maybe I am so extravagant and extravagant, so they ran away from their husbands in anger."

"Some people even think that I don't understand, and want me to sign a contract for my son. Heh, the contract is short of writing the most naked squeeze on it. He thinks that those women are things with heads full of straw, Blindly believe that the big company will not cheat her, write something longer, tens of pages and hundreds of pages of terms, I will not read carefully, I will look at the money at the end, thinking about the reputation of the big company, and sign hastily Come on." Mrs. Zetian stretched out her hand to support her head, with an expression of 'I can't stand them'.

Hearing this sentence, Bolivar's expression was a little subtle.

"So I won't agree to such a thing as signing a contract. Those people are black-hearted. Who knows how that clause will dig a hole. I am alone in a foreign country with my children." Mrs. Zetian muttered a few words, and this Val was completely sure that she was drunk, otherwise how could she be so outspoken.

"So I only accept marriage, hmph, admit that my child is an adopted son and has the right to inherit the property in the future." Mrs. Zetian's eyes became sharp, and she patted the table, "Otherwise, I will not agree to any marriage in the name of kidnapping." funding."