If you want to eat Western food, or French cuisine, it’s easy to find here. But if you’re craving authentic Chinese cuisine, you have to head over to Chinatown.
"Miranda, do you want French cuisine or Chinese?"
"Ye Qiu, I want both French and Chinese."
She knows both cuisines are delicious.
French cuisine appears high-end, while Chinese cuisine is indeed world-famous.
Xia Jing pouted on the side, Ye Qiu clearly didn’t ask her, nor would he, since his eyes were only for this foreign beauty.
Xia Jing was quite puzzled, could Ye Qiu really win her over?
"Then we’ll have French cuisine first, and Chinese later."
"Ye Qiu, I heard French cuisine is expensive."
High-class French cuisine must be pricey.
Tugging Miranda towards a French restaurant at Times Square, Xia Jing could only follow behind, arriving outside the French restaurant.
Upon seeing a young lady in French attire welcoming guests.
"Three," Ye Qiu said.
The young lady didn’t expect this young man to speak in French.
After leading the three inside, they noticed an atmosphere akin to a French palace.
Sitting by the window, Miranda sat next to Ye Qiu, while Xia Jing sat opposite, only able to watch them.
When the waitress brought the menu over.
Now French cuisine has a five-course, eleven-course, and thirteen-course menu, tailored to different customers.
"We’ll have the thirteen-course meal, and also a bottle of Lafite."
Nowadays, even ordinary Lafite costs at least a few thousand dollars; in America, it might be slightly cheaper than back home, but not by much.
After the waitress took the menu away, Miranda had been listening to Ye Qiu communicate with her, although she didn’t understand much French, she knew it must be French.
"Ye Qiu, you were speaking French just now, it sounded so pleasant."
French songs sound nice, and many Westerners enjoy listening, even if they don’t study French and don’t fully understand, they appreciate the tune.
Now in this French restaurant, there’s a CD playing French songs.
"Yes, it’s French."
This was baffling to Xia Jing, she never imagined that apart from English and Spanish, Ye Qiu could also speak French.
How does this young man seem so outstanding?
"Hey, what are you guys talking about? Can you speak in English?" Xia Jing asked.
"Just say whatever you want, but anyway, Miranda and I are communicating in a language you don’t understand."
"You..." Xia Jing almost exploded in anger.
How could this jerk treat her that way?
Was it just because she was a widow?
The more Xia Jing thought, the more upset she felt, but she couldn’t show it in front of Ye Qiu and Miranda.
Xia Jing tried hard to control her emotions.
When the waitress brought that bottle of Lafite over, opened it, Ye Qiu could already smell its rich aroma.
This Lafite wine is world-renowned, recognized by wealthy and high-ranking officials all over, naturally not solely due to advertising.
After the waitress poured three glasses, Ye Qiu swirled the wine and took a sip, finding it a bit tart.
This is why he doesn’t like drinking red wine.
It’s not as pleasant as having some strong liquor.
Miranda and Xia Jing were different, they enjoyed tasting wine.
When the chef brought out the thirteen-course meal dish by dish, by New York time, they were all full and satisfied by two o’clock.
The two women appeared to be slightly tipsy, seemingly a bit dizzy.
Originally, they wanted to go out for a walk in the afternoon, but given their current state, they had to return to rest.
Red wine initially doesn’t have an effect, but afterward, the buzz kicks in.
Getting up with the two women, grabbing their belongings to settle the bill, the meal totaled over five thousand US Dollars.
Leaving the French restaurant, Ye Qiu had to lead the two women to hail a taxi by the roadside.
Getting into a white driver’s taxi, the driver looked at the young man in surprise to see him with a young white and a young Asian woman.
After Ye Qiu mentioned the hotel’s location, the white driver drove over.
Upon arriving at the hotel entrance, getting out of the car, Ye Qiu had Xia Jing hand over some change in US Dollars before heading inside.
In the elevator up to the floor, Ye Qiu took out the key card, opened the door to his room, and placed the two women directly onto the bed.
"Are you both okay?"
Actually, each of them only drank two glasses of red wine.
In Ye Qiu’s opinion, it’s not a lot.
But now, both women were flushed and looking particularly enticing.
"I want to go back to my room to rest, I have a headache," Xia Jing said.
"Then go back yourself."
Seeing Xia Jing unable to stand up, Ye Qiu had to help her back to her room, opened the door, and let her lie down directly.
Ye Qiu then left her room.
Watching Ye Qiu leave, Xia Jing suddenly sobered up.
This jerk really didn’t care about her.
After all, she was just pretending.
Usually, she could drink one or two bottles; she just had a couple of glasses, what’s the problem?
Ye Qiu returned to his room, seeing Miranda starting to take off her dress.
"Miranda, what’s wrong?"
"Ye Qiu, I’m feeling hot, I want to take a shower."
"A shower? You shouldn’t shower right after drinking, please wait a bit."
As he embraced Miranda, she lay directly in Ye Qiu’s arms, twisting her devilish figure, he was no stranger to white beauties.
There was Louise in France, Helena in Italy, both were young noblewomen.
And right now, Miranda was clearly mixed race, black and white, though predominantly white.
Of course, if it were those black women, no matter how beautiful, Ye Qiu would definitely not be interested.
"Ye Qiu, where shall we go tonight?"
"How about we go take a look at Times Square?"
After about half an hour, Miranda’s wine buzz and feverish feeling began to fade, took her private lingerie, and headed to the bathroom.
Another half an hour passed, wearing her three-point lingerie, her long blonde hair fell directly onto her fair neck.
Tall slim figure, golden tan skin, two long legs crossed as she stood there looking at Ye Qiu.
"Is your hair dry?"
"Not yet."
Women dislike washing hair because it’s too long and takes forever to dry.
"Then dry it first."
Ye Qiu glanced once and looked away.
Miranda felt somewhat disappointed, didn’t Ye Qiu appreciate her figure?
Miranda returned to the bathroom for her long hair.
After drying her hair, she lay comfortably on the bed, occasionally glancing at Ye Qiu, but he simply sat there watching TV.
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