It is Beethoven's famous song "Für Elise".
“Crash!”
As Ye Ju's last note faded into the air, the entire restaurant fell into a brief silence, followed by thunderous applause. Some guests even had tears in their eyes, moved to tears.
Even Luo Fuling, who had always disliked Ye Ju, didn't even have the courage to mock him because Ye Ju's playing skills were too superb.
She just snorted coldly and pulled her boyfriend to the prepared box.
Lin An looked at Ye Ju, who was being watched by everyone in the restaurant like a real princess, and almost instinctively wanted to leave. He felt that he was not worthy of such a dazzling Ye Ju.
“Da da!”
Ye Ju seemed to have sensed something, and immediately ran to Lin An in her high heels, tightly held his arm, waved politely to the guests in the restaurant, and pulled him to the private room.
"Lin An, you're amazing!"
As soon as Lin An entered the box, Gao Jianguo gave him a thumbs up.
Lin An knew what he was talking about, which was that he had found a girlfriend who was so beautiful and played the piano so well.
Thinking of this, a warm current surged in his heart, and he felt unprecedentedly refreshed. He politely replied: "Your girlfriend is also very good."
"Hmph! Hypocritical." What he got in return was Luo Fuling's dissatisfied cold words.
Lin An knew the reason why Luo Fuling was dissatisfied with Leng Yu.
Women are creatures who love to compare with others and are very vain.
Lin An met with his old classmates, and they each brought their girlfriends.
The other person's girlfriend was prettier than her, and her boyfriend often lost his composure and stared at her because of her beauty. Luo Fuling, a rich girl, immediately developed a competitive spirit and refused to admit defeat.
As a result, not only was her appearance far inferior to others, but her talent was also far inferior to theirs, which made her completely angry and embarrassed.
Lin An was disgusted by Luo Fuling's hostility towards Ye Ju, and said sarcastically, "That's why I said you're pretty good."
"You rude fellow!"
Luo Fuling immediately became angry and was about to explode.
"Guest, the appetizers are here."
A waiter in a suit pushing a food cart served them food.
A lot of French meals come with large plates, small portions and many decorative dishes, and each person has a small bowl of water with a few slices of lemon on top.
"This is called Provence artichoke. You haven't even heard of it, have you?" Luo Fuling maintained her anger and belittled them in front of their faces for being ignorant.
Lin An had indeed never heard of it, but he did not feel inferior at all. After washing his hands with a small bowl of lemon water beside him, he started eating.
This scene made Luo Fuling's expression stunned for a moment, and she unconsciously said: "You country bumpkin didn't even drink the lemonade."
Lin An knew that the lemonade wasn't for drinking, but for washing hands. Luo Fuling had deliberately ordered this appetizer to humiliate them. He chuckled, "There's a handkerchief next to it, so even a country bumpkin would know it's for washing hands. But these heads of turnips are used to feed pigs in our countryside. Only French cuisine is so stingy, only serving a small slice per plate."
"Stingy?" Luo Fuling sneered several times and began to mock: "You are indeed a country bumpkin. Your understanding of food is still at the stage of just eating enough to fill your stomach."
Lin An took a bite of the foie gras and cheese stuffed macaroni. It had a rich taste with a salty and sweet flavor. It was so delicious that he wanted to swallow it immediately without chewing.
He also understood the truth behind Luo Fuling's words. Just like you would get tired of eating abalone and lobster every day, you should not eat too much of the delicious food, otherwise your taste for the food would be lowered.
But I still have to fight back: "This is the pragmatic understanding of Marxist philosophy. Unlike Westerners who stick to outdated rules and dare to only eat one slice even if they are hungry, it is hypocritical and pathetic."
"Typical sour grapes thinking among the lower classes. That's called aristocratic etiquette. It's art."
"You seem to have forgotten that our Country Z is a Marxist country. Do you want me to send this to the national propaganda department for their review?"
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The two of them exchanged words, and soon Luo Fuling was defeated. She was about to ask her boyfriend for help, but she saw her boyfriend looking at Ye Ju with a dazed look on his face.
She also looked over:
Ye Ju gently picked up the wine-red beef with a knife and fork, slightly bent her slender fingers, and slowly put it into her mouth. She chewed it silently and swallowed it. The whole movement was smooth, noble and beautiful, just like a real princess, the real host of this banquet.
This attitude made Luo Fuling realize that no matter how much she belittled the two of them for not having eaten high-end meals, she would only be asking for trouble.
Because Ye Ju acted like the master, the more she provoked trouble, the more she looked like a narrow-minded village woman and was silently despised.
She hung her head like a defeated hen, and the food in her mouth became bitter and hard to swallow.
Lin An also noticed that Luo Fuling suddenly admitted defeat. He turned his head and saw Ye Ju who seemed to be enjoying a family dinner. He understood the reason why Luo Fuling admitted defeat. It was all because of Ye Ju, who was as noble as a princess.
I felt an urge to hug Ye Ju, but in the end I didn't.
"Can I drink?" Luo Fuling was silent for a while, but still raised her glass unwillingly and shouted.
Ye Ju asked Lin An to help pour the wine until it was full, and then he drank the full glass of red wine in one gulp.
Then he gently pinched the foot of the cup with three fingers and slowly poured it downwards towards Luo Fuling, without a single drop dripping.
The meaning is obvious:
I drank it all, it's your turn!
"Ah!" Luo Fuling slapped her thigh angrily. Her boyfriend was attracted to the other man's girlfriend, and she was unwilling to accept it and wanted to win over the other man in other aspects. As a result, she failed in looks, talent, French dining etiquette, and now she couldn't even compete in drinking.
How could there be a woman who suppresses me in all aspects? She was the most popular belle in college!
"Sorry, ma'am, one of the main courses you ordered is out of stock. Can we change it for you?" The waiter came in and said apologetically.
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