luck on thursday

Lin Qingyang didn't know what Mr. Fitzgerald behind him was remembering. When he looked up, the old hat who had never seen the world was immediately stunned by the magnificent restaurant.

ah!This long-long dining table!

ah!This crystal clear crystal chandelier and glass decoration!

ah!I don't know what kind of material it is, but looking at the pattern, I know it must be very expensive tableware!

ah!He couldn't find words to describe the restaurant!

The long table, which seems to be able to seat dozens of people, is covered with snow-white tablecloths, with long tassels hanging down, and is neatly tidied up by the servants; small and precious potted plants are placed on the table every few meters, but the dining place has been cleared out. No plant decorations were placed.

The floor is so reflective that people can be seen, and people come in and out from time to time, preparing for the next luncheon.

Lin Qingyang almost tremblingly sat on the seat Louis arranged for him, not knowing where to put his hands and feet. The servant came over and spread the tablecloth for him, and then asked him if he had any dishes that should not be eaten.

Lin Qingyang didn't know that Fitz Manor had already figured out his preferences thoroughly, and thought it was a normal pre-dinner inquiry to the guests.

He shook his head, and waited for Mr. Fitzgerald to slowly shake his wheelchair and sit on the main seat from the outside. An old butler followed him and rang the bell for serving food.

The bell seemed to be the prelude to the magic, and a line of servants came out from the small door leading to the cafeteria, serving salads and aperitifs for the guests in a thorough manner. The salads were served in small plates and beautifully decorated.

Lin Qingyang had never drank alcohol before. After the meal came, he tried to take a sip, but it was not as delicious as he imagined—it seemed that he still prefers sweet and greasy sparkling water, at least it tasted refreshing and refreshing.

What made people even more uncomfortable was that Louis was standing behind him with his eyes downcast and extremely silent. He was obviously a dedicated deacon.Although he didn't stare at him, Lin Qingyang was still uncomfortable, always feeling that there was someone behind him who couldn't swallow his food.

He swallowed the salad hastily, turned back and scratched the back of the chair uncomfortably, and whispered, "Louie, you can go eat too..."

They looked at each other, and when Louis saw him turn his head, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "Joe? Is there anything I can do for you?"

Lin Qingyang said softly: "I'm a little uncomfortable when you're like this..."

"Forget it, Louis, you can go to the table to eat too. You don't need to fix so many rules. It's a joy that Joe is here."

Mr. Fitzgerald on the main seat put down his knife and fork and gestured to Louis.

The deacon who had been silent behind him laughed, and the heavy atmosphere caused by the original silence suddenly melted away: "Sir, you also know that it's my first day doing this kind of thing, so there must be some ceremony to show."

Philip laughed: "Yes, yes, but Joe is just here, so don't frighten him."

What charades are they playing?

Lin Qingyang bit her fork impolitely, listening to the two people talking in a daze, and didn't understand what they were talking about. Instead, Morrison on the opposite side made a movement, and felt that she seemed to have a clue.

Philip thought for a while, then turned around and waved. The old housekeeper who also had gray-green pupils came up, bent over and listened to him. During the conversation, both of them glanced at Lin Qingyang, and then laughed happily.

The old housekeeper smiled lightly and said, "Of course, after all, young master...Mr. Lun is not used to it."

Philip also smiled and said, "That's it."

The old butler turned his head and went to the kitchen. Facing Lin Qingyang's wide-eyed doubts and tilting his head, Fitzgerald said softly, "It's because I didn't think carefully. Joe should be more accustomed to a more free way of eating, right? My name is the back cook." Change the way of serving food, don't fix those false etiquette."

Lin Qingyang was a little surprised that a well-known person like Fitzgerald would modify the way of eating for a lucky winner. Maybe the big guy wanted to show his affinity, he thought.

"Thank you." In order not to look too lazy, Lin Qingyang looked around and unconsciously straightened her back.

Sure enough, after that, the dishes were no longer served one by one in turn, but all the dishes were directly placed in front of Lin Qingyang for him to take.

Lin Qingyang was simply dazzled, the table was full of dishes, including his favorite steak, which was still extremely tender after cooking;

Although it is rawer than his favorite degree of ripeness after the entrance, it is still delicious. After the sauce is poured on it, the beef bursts into juice in the mouth, and the fat overflows from the gaps of each shredded beef and mixes with the sauce. incomparably delicious;

There is also a dish that he has never tasted and cannot be named. A duck is placed on a plate, with toast that absorbs the sauce under it.

Lin Qingyang saw that everyone was not restrained and only used knives and forks, so he felt relieved to tear open the duck meat with his hands.

The duck meat is cooked properly, without the fishy smell of poultry, but full of the unique aroma of this kind of animal, filling the nostrils.

With just the right sauce and the toast baked until the edges become crispy, the toast dipping sauce is delicious enough, not to mention that it absorbs the gravy and fat of the duck itself, and it is even more so on the bread. The unique wheat fragrance adds a salty taste of meat.

There is also a basket of croissants with a crispy and sweet surface, brushed with a layer of egg wash, and the baked shell is crispy and soft inside;

Coupled with the extremely exquisite dessert, crystal clear and wobbly, Lin Qingyang didn't dare to poke it with a knife and fork. In the end, he learned how to eat it from Louis opposite, pouring a layer of chocolate sauce on it, and the top The finely divided gold leaf opens like a spring flower and blends into the body.

It melts in the mouth and is extremely delicate.

Lin Qingyang gnawed on the duck so fascinatedly that he ate the whole duck in a short time. In the end, he could only slump on the chair with a small dessert plate and a fork in his hands. The back and cushion of the chair were soft and wide enough for A person curled up on it and took a nap.

Seeing that he had barely touched alcohol except for the first moment, Philip asked with concern: "Can't Joe drink alcohol? Still don't like this taste? Indeed, young people prefer the taste of sparkling wine..."

Lin Qingyang was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect the boss to pay attention to whether he was thirsty or not.

He immediately came to his senses: "It's not. I'm just not used to this kind of drink. You probably don't understand, I still prefer sweet drinks, such as sparkling water."

He thought it was just a casual word of concern from the boss, but he turned his head immediately and gave instructions to the old housekeeper behind him. A minute later, a goblet with bright crystal cuts was poured... Coke.

"Thank you, thank you!" Lin Qingyang held up the cup with both hands flattered, and looked at the superior.

"I didn't pay attention." Mr. Fitzgerald's attitude was ridiculous, and he smiled, making Lin Qingyang always think of the old man in the convenience store next door who was smiling and patting his stomach, "But these drinks themselves are not very good, Joe should drink less. "

"Uh, I just, sometimes I just drink a little when I want to drink, and I don't drink often." He moved his toes embarrassingly.

After a while, everyone was almost full before we got to the point.

Mr. Fitzgerald signaled the servants to remove all the dishes from the dining table, leaning on the clean white tablecloth with his elbows, his fingers bent against his lips, with a serious expression, as if he was thinking about something.

Lin Qingyang's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that the boss is planning to break the contract and not give him that huge bonus?

Philip said slowly: "Joe, you are a guest of our Fitz Manor, and you are also the lucky one of Fitz Department Store. Louis will give you the bonus later."

Lin Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, thank you."

He thanked the old butler who came up to refill him with sparkling water.

"But there is an unfeeling request..."

Philipura raised his tone and frowned, as if he had great hesitation in his heart. Lin Qingyang's heart tightened, thinking what's wrong?

The master sitting on the main seat put down his hand and said softly, "Chesterton, go to my study and bring over the photo in the third row from the bottom on the left."

The old housekeeper nodded and left quickly.

Lin Qingyang leaned back and exchanged glances with Morris. Morris, who was acting as the background board the whole time, shook his head, apparently without any clues.He looked at Louis again. The young gentleman on the opposite side accepted his doubts and looked at the superior. Philip showed him a mysterious smile.

Fitzgerald said slowly in a storytelling tone: "Joe, you may not know that you look very similar to a person..."

picture? !

In the blink of an eye, a pair of gray-green pupils flashed before Lin Qingyang's eyes, reflecting the mountains on the train window. The owner of these eyes once said: You look alike.

This was the scene when they first met, not to mention that Louis was also from Fitz Manor.

like who?

The footsteps of the old butler came hurriedly from the corridor, he walked to Fitzjieler and looked at him with a questioning look, Fitzjieler shook his head with a smile.

Lin Qingyang remembered again that Louis once said that the elders in the family were unreliable, and there were always some unbelievable whims.

He took the photo from the old housekeeper, and after only looking at it, his hair almost stood on end in shock: "This... this!"

Don't blame Louis and Fitzgerald for their attitude when they met, it's too similar!

On the photo with yellowish edges, there is a young girl sitting on a swing, holding the railing with one hand, and hugging a bouquet of flowers with the other, smiling happily, with snow-white roses drooping slightly, from her The arms stretched all the way to the ground.

She is so beautiful. When she smiles, the corners of her eyes are drawn down, her eyebrows are raised, and she looks like an innocent girl. Her long brown curly hair hangs down from her left shoulder, rolled up playfully, and spreads out on her legs.The sunlight fell from the shade of the trees on the swing, and shone with tiny sparkles on the eyelashes.

But what shocked Lin Qingyang was not the beauty of the girl in the photo, but...

This is too much like him! ! !

look at those eyes!look at that nose!

Looking at it separately, it is only five or six points similar to him, but the charm combined is almost exactly the same!

If he hadn't made it clear that he was a mixed race of East and West, and he was completely different from this girl with pure Western looks, he would have thought when he put on women's clothes and changed a wig!

Lin Qingyang was dumbfounded: "This--"

Philip sighed: "You can see it too."

"This, who is this?"

"She is my older sister," Mr. Fitzgerald showed a slight daze, which was immediately covered up by the elegant temperament accumulated over the years, "At present... she is no longer here."

Next, he told a short story, starting with a young girl falling in love with a man from a poor family, with family obstruction and elopement as the core of a traditional love story, and her young son leaving alone as the story end.

In the end, he was deep in thought, and didn't know how to speak, Lin Qingyang didn't dare to urge him, waiting for him to come out of the memory.

The author has something to say: the issue of background will not be solved so quickly, the next part of the plot will focus on developing the emotional line as much as possible and allowing the protagonist to adapt to a rich life.

I'm too busy today, I use the saved manuscripts to top it, and I feel bald seeing the dwindling number of saved manuscripts, but I will try my best to keep updating every day!

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