Chapter 55 Russian restaurant slaps the face! Couples get close to each other and have sex

Jiang Zhiyou walked to the front with a faint smile.

She was very polite and seemed to be at home in this high-end restaurant: "Hello, six people."

"Please come in." The Uyghur boy led the people in.

Jiang Zhiyou's high heels made a crackling sound, and the soft white ostrich feathers on her bowler collar swayed slightly.

Lin Rong looked around curiously.

She exclaimed quietly, "Wow... This decoration is really extravagant. No wonder the per capita cost is four figures. I guess all the money was spent on the dining environment."

"It doesn't matter." Jiang Zhiyou chuckled, "Money is a small matter. Everyone's dining experience is the most important."

Li Zhi took off her sunglasses and put them on her head.

With a quirk in his eye, he said in a proud tone, "Then you'd better pray that you can have a good dining experience here."

Jiang Zhiyou looked embarrassed when she was questioned.

But she still decided to use a smiling and tolerant approach to contrast with Li Zhi's "harshness".

At this time, the Uyghur boy also led them to the table.

Perhaps he noticed that there was a camera filming and some of the faces looked familiar, so he specially arranged the most luxurious private room in the restaurant and bar for them.

The huge crystal ceiling lights are shining.

The banquet hall-like arrangement, the western-style rectangular table, the flickering candles, the gold-rimmed chairs and the high-end tableware really interpret the word "luxury" to the extreme.

The six people took their seats.

The Uyghur boy handed the menu to a few people: "This is a bilingual menu in Chinese and English. Please tell me what you like."

Li Zhi lowered her eyelashes slightly and brushed them lazily.

Then he gently held his cheek with his hand and asked: "Why is there no Russian?"

Jiang Zhiyou was stunned.

But he soon smiled and looked at the Uyghur boy: "I heard that the owner of your restaurant is Russian."

"That's right." The Uyghur boy nodded. "This is an authentic Russian restaurant. The owner immigrated from Russia and hired a Russian Michelin chef. Even the ingredients are airlifted from there."

"All the ingredients?" Lou Yanjing raised his eyebrows slightly.

The Uyghur boy nodded repeatedly: "Yes, it's honest, even the vegetable leaves are airlifted from there."

Lou Yanjing smiled deeply and crossed his legs.

He leaned back in a wanton manner, raised his chin slightly, and raised the corners of his lips in an ambiguous tone: "Including meat?"

The Uyghur boy was a little confused as to why he asked this.

The most expensive ingredients are seafood and meat. Even vegetable leaves are imported, let alone meat?

So he nodded: "Of course, especially Russian bread and sausage! Ours are very authentic!"

But Lou Yanjing suddenly sneered.

He said arrogantly: "Then your boss is quite cruel."

The Uyghur boy didn’t speak Chinese well to begin with, and didn’t understand the meaning of the homophones in the Louyan Beijing dialect.

He smiled innocently: "That's right! Our boss is awesome! This is the largest Russian restaurant in Xinjiang!"

But the corner of Lou Yanjing's eyes is a little sharp.

He raised his eyebrows and said, "The shelf life of authentic Russian Leba is only three days, but it takes much longer than three days to pass through customs, and our country prohibits the import of Russian meat products."

Lou Yanjing Rao hissed softly with interest.

Suddenly he leaned forward and put his elbows on the table: "How did your boss ensure that they were imported authentically?"

The live broadcast room was filled with question marks.

"Fuck! This knowledge is so cold!"

"I just checked on Baidu and it's true! Our country has banned the import of Russian meat for epidemic prevention! So this waiter is actually a liar?"

"Ah... isn't this a scam?"

The Uyghur boy was obviously panicked.

He was just a worker here, and the manager taught him to say these things. He had just thought that there were cameras here, and it was a good promotional opportunity for the restaurant, so he emphasized that the food was imported and authentic.

But looking at this gentleman's appearance...

Did he say something wrong?

The Uyghur boy stuttered: "I don't know anything about this..."

Jiang Zhiyou blinked in confusion.

She turned to look at Fu Yanze, still looking innocent: "Brother Yanze, is what Mr. Lou said true?"

Fu Yanze's complexion was obviously worse at this moment.

He seemed to suddenly understand why Li Zhi was reluctant to come to this restaurant and even asked him about it before coming.

But at that time he was overwhelmed by his emotions and only thought about confronting Lou Yanjing, and did not react. Li Zhi also thought about giving them a step down.

He had eaten so many Russian meals with Li Zhi...

Of course I know that what Lou Yanjing said is true.

Seeing that Fu Yanze didn't say anything but had a serious expression, perhaps as a tacit agreement, Jiang Zhiyou's heart sank.

Instead, Li Zhi suddenly spoke in a proud tone.

She propped up her chin and looked up, glancing at Lou Yanjing: "He's just an employee, why are you making things difficult for a waiter? You might as well call the boss over and ask him."

"That's right." Li Zhi closed her eyes and looked at the menu again, "I really need the boss to recommend some dishes."

"Yes." Jiang Zhiyou immediately found the stairs, "Maybe this waiter didn't know the situation well and made the wrong introduction. Let's go ask the Russian boss."

The Uyghur boy also knew that he had done something wrong.

He couldn't handle the situation at the moment, so he nodded quickly and said, "Okay, okay, please wait for me for a moment, I'll go call our boss over."

Everyone sat for a while.

The Russian boss heard that a waiter had caused trouble in front of a live broadcast and rushed over immediately.

The Russian boss is a man.

He has very fair skin, a thick stubble, and deep eye sockets. At first glance, he has a standard exotic appearance, but a closer look reveals that he looks more like someone from the Western Regions. In short, he doesn't look like a pure-blooded white person.

He seems to have no awareness of the crisis of anti-counterfeiting.

He raised his hand and greeted her calmly, speaking English, Russian and Chinese: "Hi! Пｐ!rryforthat! How can I help you?"

Jiang Zhiyou immediately put on a polite smile.

She was originally a little worried that her English was not good enough to communicate with her boss, but she didn't expect that he could speak Chinese, so she straightened her back and took the initiative to communicate.

But she didn't expect Li Zhi to be one step ahead of her.

While Jiang Zhiyou was still thinking about how to ask the question, Li Zhi lazily touched the side of his face with his fingertips and looked up at the boss: "Are you Russian?"

This Chinese sentence does not seem difficult for him to understand.

He smiled and spread his hands: "Sure!"

Li Zhi raised her eyebrows and nodded. After hearing that he acknowledged her Russian identity, she switched the language system directly, and fluent and pleasant Russian flowed out between her lips:

"3haчnt,te6rhe6ecпokont,чtoro6щaюcьcto6onпo-pykn?"

Jiang Zhiyou: ???

Russian boss: ?????

Live broadcast audience: ????? ????? ????

"What the hell! What was that puff of smoke that just went through my ear???"

"It went in one ear and out the other. Anyway, I didn't understand it."

"English? Why can't I understand a single word? My hearing can't be that bad, right?"

"Russian???"

"That shouldn't be the case! I saw that the Russian boss looked confused! It seemed like he didn't understand what Li Zhi was saying."

Instead, Lou Yanjing chuckled lazily and deeply.

Like turning on encrypted calls.

He raised his eyebrows casually and looked at the boss: "orжehacпpaш,oжhoлnпoгoвopntьпo-pyknВчeдeлo?tыhepyknn?heпohrл?"

Lin Rong was also confused after hearing what Li Zhi said just now.

But she was smart, she knew how to use her smartphone, and in order to avoid looking like a moron for not being able to decipher their conversation, she learned to be smart this time.

Before Lou Yanjing opened his mouth, she opened the voice recognition and translation software, recorded what he said, and waited for the system to automatically identify the language system and translate it.

then.

When everyone is still confused and doesn't understand.

A robot voice suddenly and strangely came out of Lin Rong's phone: "Russian."

"What does this mean?"

"My wife asked if she could communicate with you in Russian? Why? Aren't you Russian? Didn't she understand?"