dictator at the table

"Miss Qingye, would you like to have a meal now?" The young butler knocked on the door and asked.

"Miss Qingye?"

The room is silent, and there are many books about cooking on the bookshelves.The quilt on the bed in the center was neatly folded, and the light-colored pillows were placed on both sides.A bouquet of red roses was placed on the table, dripping with dew, and there was a note under the vase.

The young housekeeper took out the spare key to open the door, staring at the curtains blown by the wind in a daze: "Miss Qingye?"

"Master! Ma'am! Miss Qingye has escaped!" The butler rushed downstairs holding a note...

'I hope I can hear the good news of the dissolution of the engagement next time I come back.I'm so bored at home, I'll go to Paris to relax first.Don't read it, my lord father, my lord mother. '

Paris, five o'clock in the evening.

Taxi driver Old Webb picked up a young and beautiful girl.

The young woman sitting in the back seat should be Asian, with curly black hair and green eyes, with a lazy expression like a proud Persian cat.The clothes are simple, but the cutting is neat and the materials are exquisite, which seems to be specially customized.He didn't know how old she was, after all, Asian faces were deceiving.

Old Webb watched her through the rearview mirror, and his slightly upturned cat eyes happened to meet his, and were slightly curved.Old Weber smiled shyly: I've been discovered.

"My beautiful lady, are you going to SHINO'S alone?"

"Ah."

"I heard that it is a restaurant that needs to be booked in advance, and the order has been scheduled for three months. The chef must be a very powerful person."

"Of course. He is very powerful." The young girl's French is fluent and mellow, and her clear and melodious voice is like a hymn heard in a church.

Old Weber laughed, chatting with young girls is comfortable: "Then I wish you a pleasant meal."

"Thank you."

The Taxi quickly stopped at the entrance of the restaurant and stepped off a customer who didn't have a reservation.

France·Paris·SHINO'S

The automatic sensor door at the entrance slowly opened to both sides, and the waiter stepped forward attentively: "Welcome to come tonight, do you have a reservation?" This lady should be the first time visitor, otherwise such a recognizable delicate appearance It is impossible for him not to be impressed.

The girl glanced around casually, then smiled reservedly: "There is no reservation."

"I'm sorry, the seats are full tonight. We only accept guests who have made reservations. Please come again next time, please?" It may be the girls who came in out of curiosity, or they didn't make a reservation and wanted to challenge their rules by virtue of their status. The guest, the waiter said without thinking, his attitude was neither humble nor overbearing.

"Is today's chef Kojiro Shinomiya?" The girl stroked her hair.

"Yes." A trace of hesitation flashed in the waiter's eyes. Is it another girl who came to be the chef?

"Yeah." The corner of the girl's mouth was slightly raised, her smile dizzy: "If I remember correctly, there should be a seat that has not received guests, and a seat in the center waiting for the owner."

The waiter narrowed his eyes, with a hesitant expression.Soon he regained his composure and led the girl forward: "Please follow me." Since this friend who knew there was such a position, who should be the chef, he had better lead her there temporarily.

Shinomiya Kojiro watched his assistant put rosemary on the delicate dessert, a little absent-minded.He and Qingye hadn't seen each other for two months, and since her family knew about them, they sent someone to bring Qingye home.The last communication message was still on Qing Ye asking him to go back to Paris, Kojiro Shinomiya pushed his glasses, suddenly feeling a little uneasy: how is Qing Ye?

The waiter in front hurried over and whispered something in Shinomiya Kojiro's ear.

Shinomiya Kojiro's pupils constricted, and he took off his chef's hat.After giving orders, he hurried out: "What?"

Clear night?Is it Qing Ye?How is it possible, this is Paris.Mingming just said on the phone that Qingye was still in Tokyo.It feels like running 5000 meters in just a few dozen steps. This may be the longest distance he has traveled in his life.Shinomiya Kojiro's expression was flustered, and he was a little bit unbelievable like a dream. It was so possible that the gap between him and her was not only from Tokyo to Paris.The huge gap in age, the mismatch in status and status, and her proud cooking skills are not worth mentioning in front of her family.

In the more than 60 days without any news, he started from the anger of separation at the beginning, then became flustered and confused, and finally unwillingly accepted the faint result that he would never see Qing Ye again. Tell him now that she may come?

What if it's not Qing Ye?Qing Ye was not the only one with black hair and green eyes, Kojiro Shinomiya clenched his fists: Fuck it, if it wasn't Qing Ye, he would have recognized it too.Then go buy the earliest ticket back home, he is going to see her.

Matsuo Kiyoya sat on the seat carelessly, ignoring the hidden eyes looking around, she was used to this kind of attention.She propped her chin up, looking at the Damascus rose in the glass bottle on the table, and had some guesses in her heart: Could this idiot think she likes it?The other tables were filled with other kinds of flowers, and she had never seen a rose before.

"Stupid." Matsuo Kiyoya muttered to himself, but the exhaustion from the long-distance flight was swept away.

"...Qing, Qingye?" The man's unbelievable words and heavy breathing came from behind.

Matsuo Kiyoya got up, turned to look at the flustered and pleasantly surprised Shinomiya Kojiro, and threw himself into the man's arms with open arms.

"I'm here." The unsteady heart suddenly calmed down, Matsuo Kiyoya raised his face, a pair of bright eyes flashed countless affections: "Why such an expression."

The girl was full of pride: "I came to marry you."