Chapter 700

Lu Yishuang couldn't bear to see Li Qingcang's embarrassment to the waiter, so he opened his mouth and said, "President Li, are you dissatisfied?"

Li Qingying's Falcon like eyes glanced at the dishes that had been written down, but suddenly a sneer slipped across the corner of his mouth: "how can I order like this? You are the most important actor in my wedding with Zhongyuan. I don't want to treat you badly. "

The waiter was more surprised: "Sir, there are six dishes now; if there are too many dishes, you three can't eat..."

"If you can't eat it, you can pour it out," said Li Qingcang indifferently, with some competitive elements in his tone. As soon as he took the menu from his hand, he began to light it up, "and then add this" beating the mandarin duck with a stick. "

Waiter: "..."

"And this" separation of labour and swallow "

Waiter: "..."

"As for soup Come to this "end of grace."

“…… Yes, sir. " The waiter took the menu, grinned and MMP in his heart - light these dishes in front of a loving couple. Is this really good? Have you considered their feelings!

Lu Yishuang and Si Angjie are also confused with each other. They don't know what Li Qingcang means.

After the meeting, nine dishes and one soup will all be served, and the table which is not big is full of red, green and attractive. After a glance, Si Angjie thanks Li Qingcang: "President Li, it's very kind of you to treat us so warmly."

"It's OK," Li Qingcang said to Si Angjie, but his eyes fell on Lu Yi's face. "You work so hard for my wedding to Zhongyuan. I should invite you to dinner."

Lu Yishuang hears Li Qingcang's saying that. He slides a strange emotion in his eyes. He suddenly shakes his hand holding the chopsticks and almost drops them to the ground.

And every mistake on her face fell into the eyes of Li Qingcang, which turned into a smile full of sarcasm: "why didn't Miss Lu eat it? This "beating mandarin ducks with a stick" is delicious. Have a taste... "

Lu Yishuang listened, barely squeezing out a smile on his face, reached for a roasted chicken wing in "beating mandarin ducks with a stick", and ate it slowly.

After another moment, the waiter came over with a unique decanter in his hands.

The first-class red wine just woke up in the pot is dark red, bright and transparent. Even in the dim light of the bar, it still flashes bright light.

Just now it's a bit unpleasant. This time, the waiter, with a 12 point spirit, respectfully asks Li Qingcang, "Sir, the red wine you ordered has been awakened. Can you pour it?"

But at the moment, all of Li Qingcang's attention is on Lu Yi's body, and he is ignored.

Now, the waiter is in a bit of a dilemma - the red face in his hand has been awake for half an hour. If he doesn't drink it, the gorgeous and unrestrained fragrance of flowers will disappear, and the taste will not be perfect.

After a moment's hesitation, the waiter poured half a glass of red wine into the Burgundy cup in front of Li Qingcang, but Li Qingcang didn't refuse either.

The waiter turns around again and pours the wine for Jack and Lu Yishuang.

When the dark red liquor is about to be poured into Lu Yishuang's cup, Li Qingcang suddenly opens his mouth, as if he wants to say something. However, Si Angjie looks at the waiter and says, "I'm sorry, but they don't drink today."

"OK." The waiter takes the bottle and leaves.

Next second, Li Qingcang's sharp eyes, like two sharp swords, directed straight at Si Anjie - after all, born in a rich family, Lu Yishuang's alcohol consumption is not bad; but today is her physiological period, she can't drink. Her physiological period is generally known only to him. Does he know it now?

But he never knew her secret. He didn't want to share it with other men.

Half way through the meal, it was seven o'clock and the bar was officially open. Downstairs, the card seat is gradually filled with men and women. Some of them come up in groups and order a lot of wine. Some of them are flirting with each other sweetly. Some of them are alone. They are immersed in their own world and are pouring wine bottle by bottle

Looking down from the second floor, everyone's expression and state below are clear and distinct, which is a ukiyo painting.

Then the performance began on the stage below.

Different from the popular songs and dances in the past, this opening performance is actually a piano solo.

On the dim stage, a bright yellow light makes a circle of light, and the pure black piano is shining under the light; a young girl in her early twenties, with her hair on her face, is wearing a pure black dress, sitting behind the piano, and her slender ten fingers are slowly placed on the piano, playing.

The melodious piano sound spread all over the bar. This piece of piano music is crisp, fast-paced and dazzling, but beautiful and beautiful. It is one of the most difficult piano music in the world, a cigarette.

It's hard for a girl in her early twenties to be able to play such a difficult tune with a good note. But the girl didn't seem to have any on-the-spot experience, and her young face was full of self-confidence. After playing for a while, she looked up and secretly scanned the customers under the stage for fear that she might have something inappropriate.However, the audience didn't mind at all, they were immersed in the beautiful piano sound. After all, it's good to hear such music in such a place.

But in places like bars, there will always be one or two strange flowers making trouble.

"A cigarette" was only half played. A middle-aged uncle with red faces seemed to be drunk. Suddenly he stood up from his seat, pointed to the girl on the stage, and scolded: "play, play fart! This is a bar, not a concert. Who wants to listen to your broken music! Why didn't Xiao Li, who sang "that night" yesterday, come? "

Uncle's voice was so greasy that he was disgusted that all the customers around him looked at him. However, under the eyes of so many accusations, uncle finally knew his own fault and sat back in his seat.

But the girl on the stage was nervous. When she was disturbed like this, the whole person was in a mess. Even her fingers were out of control. She played several wrong sounds. The more wrong she was, the more urgent she was, the more wrong she was. At last, she couldn't play at all. Her face turned red. She stood up and bowed to the customers below. She left a word of "sorry" and ran away.

When there is no performance on the stage, there is only an overhead piano. The customers who have just been listening to the music will not buy it, and they will make a lot of noise --

"what's the matter? What's the matter? Before the music is finished, they will run first and leave us here to dry?"

"Yes, even if you can't play it, you can arrange individual programs. Is it really good to open the sunroof like this?"