Moscow Western Restaurant

The layout of the restaurant has been the same for decades. The small square tables are covered with checkered tablecloths, and a delicate rose is inserted on each table. The area of ​​the restaurant is not too large, soothing music is played, handsome The handsome Russian guy in a neat uniform, holding a tray in his hand, with a polite smile, shuttled through the restaurant.

This is the characteristic of the western restaurant in Moscow. Most of the waiters are Russians. This was the case before liberation. Except for the turmoil in those years, the later bosses followed this characteristic.

Lu Qingquan came to the restaurant early, nearly half an hour earlier, and took a seat by the window. No matter where Ye Qingqing went to eat, he liked to sit by the window and watch the scenery outside the window while eating.

In fact, Lu Qingquan only brought Ye Qingqing here for two meals in total. The cost of a western restaurant is not low. A decent meal would cost around a hundred yuan. Who can afford it?

Every time Lu Qingquan had to save up pocket money for a few months before he dared to invite Ye Qingqing to eat Western food, after eating, he had to save money and prepare money for the next treat.

This is also the case, Lu Qingquan believes that Ye Qingqing is a girl who loves vanity.

Like Ye Lan, she is very considerate. Every time she goes out to eat, she will take the initiative to choose a small restaurant that is economical and affordable. The most extravagant is just ordering two stir-fry dishes. Usually, she usually eats a bowl of wontons or a bowl of noodles, and a few yuan is enough.

Ye Qingqing can eat one meal, Ye Lan can eat more than a dozen meals, and this alone reflects the worldly difference between the two of them.

The waiter came over and asked with a smile. Lu Qingquan waved his hand, indicating that he would order food when he arrived. The waiter poured him a glass of lemonade and left politely.

Lu Qingquan was anxious and looked at his watch from time to time. It was still a quarter of an hour before the time he and Ye Qingqing agreed on. In fact, he must have waited at least 20 minutes. Ye Qingqing likes to be late for every appointment.

"Sir, would you like to buy a flower for a good friend?" A weak voice sounded in Lu Qingquan's ear.

Lu Qingquan's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help raising his head. A beautiful girl in a white dress, with a basket of roses in her hand and one in the other, smiled shyly at him.

"Sir, would you like to buy a flower? It's only 50 cents a flower." The girl handed the flower to Lu Qingquan, her smile became more shy, and she lowered her head shyly.

In that instant, Lu Qingquan's heartstrings were moved, and he looked at the flower girl with joy and surprise.

This girl seems to be like Laner, especially her weak temperament, like an orchid in an empty valley, which is pitiful.

But it was obvious that the flower girl was prettier than Ye Lan, her eyebrows were more charming, and her gestures were all charming, which touched Lu Qingquan's heart unknowingly.

"Okay, give me ten."

Lu Qingquan generously took out five yuan. He noticed that the girl's white dress had been washed and turned yellow, and the sneakers on her feet had a small hole, indicating that the girl's family was not in a good condition.

The girl looked at him gratefully, with water mist in her eyes, "Thank you...Thank you...Sir, you are such a good person..."

Lu Qingquan smiled proudly, taking advantage of the girl's gratitude.

The girl handed Lu Qingquan ten flowers and stretched out her hand to receive the money. A waiter came over and said angrily, "Why are you here to sell flowers again? Hurry up and don't harass our guests!"

"I'm sorry, I'll go now..."

The girl begged pitifully, but before she could receive the money, she was mercilessly pushed out by the waiter. The five yuan was still in Lu Qingquan's hand, and ten flowers were also there.

"Hey...forgot to take the money..."

Lu Qingquan hurriedly got up and chased out, trying to return the money to this poor flower girl.