PFC Chapter 247 Eating
Chapter 247 Eating
Yue Zimu turned slightly to the side, gesturing for Song Qianyi to enter, a gentle smile on her face.
"Miss Song, today's important matter has been settled, which is truly something to celebrate. There's a rather unique restaurant in MD country that I'd like to invite you to experience it together. I wonder if Miss Song has the time?"
Song Qianyi smiled gently and nodded in response, "Since Young Master Yue is so kind, it would be impolite of me to refuse."
The two walked out of the office side by side.
Yue Zimu's car was already waiting at the door. It was an understated yet luxurious black sedan, its body reflecting a faint halo in the setting sun.
The driver respectfully opened the car door for them, and the two got in and drove towards the restaurant.
Along the way, the scenery outside the car window unfolded like a painting.
The architecture of MD is unique, featuring both traditional temples full of historical charm and modern high-rise buildings.
The trees lining the street are lush and green, their branches swaying gently in the breeze.
Not long after, the car stopped in front of a restaurant.
Hidden among lush greenery, this restaurant boasts a rustic and elegant exterior, with exquisitely carved wooden doors and windows showcasing the beauty of traditional craftsmanship in MD.
As soon as Yue Zimu and Song Qianyi entered the restaurant, a waiter dressed in traditional clothing warmly greeted them and led them to a window seat.
The window next to the seat was open, and a gentle breeze brought a touch of coolness, along with a faint floral fragrance.
The restaurant's decor is distinctly MD-style, with colorful brocades hanging on the walls, showcasing MD's traditional culture and customs.
Exquisite candlesticks were placed on the table, and the candle flames flickered gently in the breeze, creating a warm and romantic atmosphere.
There was none of the chaos that Song Qianyi had encountered before.
Someone who didn't know better might think the two places were in different countries.
“Miss Song, this restaurant is very authentic. In MD country, it is rare to find a place that can combine traditional cuisine with such a pleasant environment so perfectly.”
Yue Zimu smiled and lingered on Song Qianyi's face for a moment.
Song Qianyi nodded slightly, her gaze sweeping around the restaurant. "It is indeed unique. The atmosphere alone is enough to make one feel happy."
After the two sat down, Yue Zimu skillfully took the menu from the waiter and introduced it to Song Qianyi while browsing through it.
"The signature dishes here are all traditional delicacies from MD country, blending unique spices and cooking techniques. Each one is worth trying. Ms. Song, do you have any particular preferences?"
Song Qianyi gently shook her head.
"Young Master Yue, please keep an eye on things. I don't know much about MD country's cuisine, so I'll take this opportunity to sample it properly."
Yue Zimu nodded and began ordering food.
He ordered a pan-fried fish cake, made from fresh sea fish, served with a special spicy and sour dipping sauce.
A serving of curry lamb, with its rich curry aroma, can instantly awaken one's taste buds.
There is also a dish of colorful sticky rice, a traditional staple food of MD country. The sticky rice is dyed in different colors with natural plant dyes, which not only looks beautiful but also has a light plant fragrance.
In addition, he specially ordered a freshly squeezed juice for Song Qianyi, made with local fruits, which was refreshing and helped to cut through the greasiness.
While waiting for their food, the two continued their relaxed conversation, gradually shifting the topic from food to the customs and culture of MD country.
Song Qianyi listened with great interest as Yue Zimu recounted those little-known traditional festivals and folk tales, her face frequently showing expressions of curiosity and amazement.
Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the restaurant.
The sound was like a sharp gust of wind, forcefully piercing through the originally quiet and peaceful atmosphere in the restaurant.
Song Qianyi and Yue Zimu frowned, exchanged a glance, and then turned to look out the window.
A group of people appeared on the street at some unknown time. They were holding sticks and looked agitated. They were chasing a woman with a child.
The woman was disheveled and covered in blood, which spread wildly across her clothes.
She screamed in terror, shielding her child with her body and dodging the mob's attacks.
The child looked to be only two or three years old. His small body trembled in his mother's arms as he cried his heart out.
The cries and screams of the children mingled together, a heart-wrenching sound.
The rioters seemed to enjoy this, their faces twisted with laughter as they watched the screaming women and children, spewing shrill jeers and obscene swears as they pressed closer, showing no sign of stopping.
What we are seeing is just a small microcosm of the recent chaotic situation in the United States.
Song Qianyi's face instantly turned extremely ugly, filled with anger and reluctance.