Chapter 448

Yue Ya'er was lying on the bed. She was thinking about Xian Yushu and caring about her relatives. A bold idea came out of her mind.

She will discuss it with Tan Zhiwei tomorrow, because she needs Qin Zhiwei's help for what she is going to do.

After thinking about it, Yue Ya'er felt relieved, as long as her idea came true, she would be able to take care of her relatives.

Going to bed too late at night, Yue Ya'er overslept a bit.

"Yue Ya'er, Yue Ya'er, are you awake?" Yang Xiaohua called Yue Ya'er at the door.

The Earl and Tan Zhiwei both drank a cup of tea below, and Yue Ya'er hadn't come down yet, Yang Xiaohua immediately realized that Yue Ya'er had overslept.

She came up quietly and called Yue Ya'er.

Hearing Yang Xiaohua's voice, Yue Ya'er got up in a jerk. She checked the time, and it was already half an hour past the agreed time.

She has never been late, Yue Ya'er agreed and opened the door.

"Yue Ya'er, are you tired? I knew you were tired, why don't you go today?" Yang Xiaohua felt sorry for his daughter-in-law.

"No mother, I went to bed late last night, I'll come down right away, you help me entertain the count." Yue Ya'er quickly changed into clothes, washed up, and it took ten minutes to get everything done.

She went downstairs and said sorry to the Count.

"Count, I'm very sorry. I went to bed late last night and didn't get up today. I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"It's okay, we happened to taste Chinese tea at your home. This is Dahongpao, I like it very much." The earl became very interested in Chinese tea.

"It's fine if you like it, then let Yue Ya'er bring you some over there." Xian Mingfeng was happy, and he was also very happy that someone liked his tea.

"Thank you then." The earl also expressed his gratitude to Xian Mingfeng.

After drinking a few more sips of tea, Yue Ya'er set off with the Earl and Tan Zhiwei.

When she came to the Qing Dynasty's imperial palace, Yue Ya'er acted as a tour guide for the earl, and slowly told the earl the historical materials she knew.

The place where the emperor lives is really big, even more majestic than the French royal palace.

Carved beams and carved phoenixes, pavilions and pavilions. That is, dragons, phoenixes and cranes are engraved on the stone steps.

The count even forgot the time.

"It's so beautiful, it's so beautiful, it's really ingenious." The earl gave a thumbs up to China's construction industry.

"This is a very commemorative building complex in our country. Basically, many foreign friends who visit our country will come here to pay their respects." Yue Ya'er said.

"I really didn't miss out on this trip, seeing such a majestic palace." The earl said with emotion.

After walking out of the imperial palace of the Qing Dynasty, a day has passed.

The Earl looked very carefully, and basically went to observe carefully every place.

"Earl Clark, I heard that you like hot pot. My parents would like to treat you to a meal today. Let's go to the hot pot restaurant yesterday. They are already waiting for us there." Yue Ya'er invited Earl Clark.

"Okay, then let's go, don't keep the two old people waiting for too long." The count is like a child at this time, he likes eating hot pot, and feels that he will eat enough hot pot this time.

When sitting in the car, Yue Ya'er and Tan Zhiwei were in another car.

"Zhiwei, I want to go back to China." Yue Ya'er said to Tan Zhiwei.

"Okay, I think it's time for you to go back to China. There are your relatives here, and they all care about you very much." Tan Zhiwei felt that Yue Ya'er should go back to China.

"But I have an idea, and I need your help." Yue Ya'er's butterfly-like eyelashes trembled.

She was thrilled at the very thought of herself.

"What do you think, tell me." Tan Zhiwei looked at Yue Ya'er's naked little face, and reached out to stroke her hair.

"I want to bring the ashes of Xianyushu back to China, let him return to his roots and be buried in his own country." Yue Ya'er told Tan Zhiwei her thoughts.

"No." Tan Zhiwei immediately refused.

"No? Why?" Yue Ya'er opened her watery eyes and looked at Tan Zhiwei curiously.

"Ahem, it was Yushu's last wish to be buried in France. We should respect his wishes and wait for him to be in France. He likes France very much." Tan Zhiwei did not expect Yue Ya'er to have such an idea.

"But he is Chinese, so why should he be buried in France?" Yue Ya'er couldn't figure it out.

"I don't know about that, anyway, it's what Xian Yushu means." Tan Zhi

After Wei finished speaking, he stopped looking at Yue Ya'er.

He was afraid that he would accidentally say something.

"Yushu is also really strange. I wasn't by his side when he left, and he was going to be buried in France, so what should I do? What should I do?" It's kind of torture.

"He didn't ask you to protect him. You can live your own life. You made yourself too tired." Hearing Yue Ya'er's words, Tan Zhiwei couldn't bear it again.

Yue Ya'er didn't say anything more.

Some time ago, she got sick because she thought too much. Did she really think too much? But this question is really puzzling.

Seeing that Yue Ya'er stopped talking, and Tan Zhiwei couldn't say anything, let Yue Ya'er feel confused.

When they arrived at the hot pot restaurant, Xian Mingfeng and Yang Xiaohua were already waiting for them with legends.

"Hello, hello." Xian Mingfeng greeted the Earl.

Everyone sat down around the table.

Last night, Yue Ya'er told Yang Xiaohua what the earl likes to eat, so Yang Xiaohua ordered dishes early and waited for them.

Yue Ya'er still helped the Earl and Tan Zhiwei prepare the condiment plates.

The Earl started to eat the hot pot.

This hot pot is really delicious, and the earl is deeply obsessed with it.

"How do you make this? Moon bud, do you know how to do it?" The count wanted to learn how to make hot pot by himself, and when he returned to France, he could eat it whenever he wanted.

"I will, then I will teach you tomorrow, Earl, when you go back, you can bring some condiments back, so that it will be more convenient to eat." Yue Ya'er picked up cod with chopsticks for the Earl .

"Okay, I'll leave the day after tomorrow. You can teach me tomorrow, and we'll go buy some condiments." The earl didn't just talk about it, he was very serious.

"Okay." Yue Ya'er agreed.

After a hot pot meal, everyone was full of enthusiasm. The earl was sweating. He insisted on eating the spicy one, but he didn't like the white one.

Tan Zhiwei looked at Yue Ya'er's bowl full of red slices, and he also tried to eat spicy food, and he had to learn whatever Yue Ya'er liked.

Yue Ya'er looked at Tan Zhiwei pressing his lips that were sore from eating chili, and laughed loudly.