The French restaurant located in the commercial district of Madrid has an elegant environment, exquisite decoration, clean countertops, white satin tablecloths, triangular napkins, and smooth silver tableware. It is all complete, all of which are the original French style. The male owner of the restaurant serves as the chef and the proprietress is responsible for reception. They are all Parisians who went to Spain to hunt for gold and opened a model restaurant in Madrid half a year ago.

The business in the store seemed not very good. At noon meal time, there were only more than twenty people in the hall that could accommodate sixty or seventy people, some of which were hired waiters. Desay did not care too much. He told the boss that he asked her to take out all the special dishes to entertain hungry French compatriots, and he ordered a bottle of 1710 Podor red wine.

The food tastes good, finely processed, exquisitely cooked, and good-looking. The mellow Podor red wine is very authentic, which makes Desai very satisfied. He warmly praised the hostess of the restaurant, saying that he had never eaten such a good thing since he left France. The boss lady said humbly "Thank you" and took the opportunity to submit the bill.

The slightly drunk Desai did not take the bill to check it out. He took out his half-swept purse and threw it directly to the boss's wife, telling the latter that the extra money was taken as a tip and did not have to be refunded. After paying the Jewish fine, Desai estimated that the purse was at least 250 francs, which was enough to pay for the meal. According to the conversion ratio of 1:40 to later generations, the hard currency of 250 francs was almost equivalent to 10,000 euros, and his luxury consumption in a high-end rotating restaurant in Paris was just like this.

But the next scene caught Desai off guard. The boss's wife counted the coins in her wallet one by one in front of the French officer, and it was about 250 francs. The boss's wife once again delivered the bill to Desai and told the colonel that the total consumption of the catering industry was 500 francs, of which the bottle of Bordeaux red wine made in a century was worth 250 francs.

Desay was stunned. A few minutes ago, he was praising the exquisite food and excellent service of the French restaurant. He immediately changed his words and complained that the food was too expensive and that it was simply an unscrupulous store owner who was waiting for an opportunity to slaughter the customers and threatened to complain to the Madrid City Hall. Especially the bottle of century-old Bordeaux red wine, even in a high-end restaurant in Paris, was only 100 francs, plus a plate of steak, three servings of snails and foie gras, and a few vegetables, at best, only 200 francs.

In the face of customer complaints, the boss's wife always smiled without saying a word. It was not until Desai finished speaking that she explained that long-distance freight and loss on the way were enough to increase the value of Porto's red wine by more than three times. As for the cost of food, most of the food had to be paid for the restaurant's decoration, employment costs, and high taxes. The reason for slaughtering customers did not exist at all. Even other customers in the restaurant nodded and agreed with the boss's wife's words. At this time, Desai really noticed that there were only one or two dishes on other people's tables, and at least the first plate was piled in front of him.

Desai felt a little ashamed. He did not have the glorious history of eating the King's meal in his past and present life, even when he was poor, but today's consumption is really amazing, and only his money bag has been given to the store. Desai wanted the boss to send someone to the Earl's Manor on Portugal Avenue to get the remaining meal fee, but the store disagreed. Instead, he suggested that the French colonel leave the war horse in front of the store as collateral and wait until the other 250 francs to get it back. Desai's turn is not happy, because once this happens, he will become a joke of the various newspapers in Madrid tomorrow.

Just as Desai was about to go crazy, a kind angel "rescued" him and paid the remaining meals instead of the embarrassing French colonel. The good-hearted heart was a young and beautiful Spanish noble lady who dined alone in the corner. It was not until Desai had a dispute with the boss's wife that she showed up and helped quell the "France civil strife".

Good intentions should be rewarded, and Desai has always believed in this. Therefore, he walked uninvited to the dining table of the kind angel, took off his newly-wrapped military cap and put it under his armpits, put his feet together, and faced the girl, bowed slightly.

After a brief tribute, Desai said to the noble lady in fluent Spanish: "The French Empire is close to the Guard Colonel, Andrew Desai, pray to the Virgin Mary, I wish the beautiful and kind lady your youth will last forever and smile! Can you leave your name and address so that I can return the 250 francs?"

The inappropriate thanks made the noble lady smile, and her cheeks showed two cute dimples and a flawless mouthful of teeth, which made Desai beside her heart beat. Until the noble lady realized that she was out of character, she hurriedly took out a small fluff fan to cover her face, but her eyes were shy and her cheeks were red.

The time traveler also felt ashamed. The mental age of the two lives was over fifty, but he was fascinated by a 15 or 16-year-old loli. The time traveler was inevitably involved in many business social events in his previous life, but his concentration was still there. But now, the time traveler has become Andrew Desai, and the situation has changed. Influenced by the luxury of France in the 19th century, the silver sway factor that permeates Paris seems to be solidified in Desai's body.

Andrew Desai seemed to be following the old Desai, ending his career in less than 15 years old. Before joining the Emperor's Near Guards, he frequently went to and from places of love and mistress and was a frequent visitor to the Paris Lady Salon. Later, due to the influence of the ongoing war and the ubiquitous threat of death, this temptation was weakened, but once safety was guaranteed, the fire of desire and desire swept back. This was an instinct that the host could not control.

Andrew Desai was thinking about whether to follow his soldiers, find a time and a place to solve the problem of excessive hormone secretion for a long time. However, the flood of syphilis in the European continent made Desai dare to think but not do it.

"Hello, Colonel! You can call me Littisia." Littisia's voice was smooth and delicate, and very beautiful. Obviously, the handsome and extraordinary Colonel Desai left Miss Littisia with a good initial impression.

Yesterday, Litisia received a warm invitation from Princess Polina, asking her and her friends to go to the Madrid Palace at 1:30 pm this afternoon, saying that she was reciting poems for the French princess. Because Litisia took this opportunity to go out for a trip in advance, and met a French officer while dining in a French restaurant near the square at noon.

Litisia stood up politely, considering whether to hand over her arm. When she received a stranger's kiss, the shameless Colonel Desai had grabbed the back of Litisia's hand first, lowered her head, and created a shallow kiss mark. The shameless Litisia quickly pulled back her arm and returned to her seat. At this time, her cheeks had turned red. She paid attention to it for a moment, and when she found that no one noticed it, she was thrusting her heart and thrusting slowly.

After Litisia politely declined her future money thanks, Desai continued to ask unwillingly, "Miss Litisia, can you give the Brave Knight the honor to send the beautiful lady home?"

The fluffy fan blocked Litisia again. She smiled but didn't say anything. She just raised her left hand and pointed out the glass window. A luxurious four-wheeled carriage parked on the side of the road. Two or three brave servants were waiting by the carriage. Judging from the family heraldry carved on the car door, it should be owned by a Spanish nobleman.

Desai began to shoot back and forth around the girl with a smile, trying to find things and topics of conversation that everyone is interested in. He found two books on the dining table, one is the French version of "The Collection of Fairy Tales of Children and Family" (note, a prequel of Grimm's fairy tales), and a collection of French poetry.

With a plan in mind, Desai began to draw the topics of the two into fairy tales, and then plagiarized the classic works of the Grimm Brothers and Andersen. When the stories of "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs", "The Little Match Girl" and "The Ugly Duckling", the cute and lively Miss Litty became sentimental. As the plot developed, she laughed and cried, and she laughed and laughed, and her handkerchief was wet with tears. Fortunately, Desai handed over her own share in time.

When Colonel Desai's fairy tale collection came to an end, he found that he was surrounded by people, including restaurant customers, regular waiters, and a guy who looked like a scholar, sat on the dining table next door, listening and recording. Finally, even the boss lady came over and she sent a few French desserts with diligently.

Faced with Desai's distrustful eyes, the boss's wife repeatedly said that all these were given for free, and she only hoped that the colonel could tell two more fairy tales. Litisia also cast a long-awaited look, which greatly satisfyed the time traveler's vanity and the literary atmosphere was out of control.

Desai also took out several classics from Andersen's fairy tales and Grimm's fairy tales to dry. While enjoying himself, he also recited two famous poems by Pushkin with great enthusiasm. The beautiful language ignited people's hearts, which not only completely destroyed the psychological defense of the young and beautiful girls in the 19th century, but also won the applause and cheers from everyone.

It was natural. When Desai was about to take the next move, Miss Litisia suddenly found that the clock in the hall had pointed to 1:20. She hurriedly packed up her personal belongings, said hello to Desai, ran out of the restaurant, jumped onto the four-wheeled carriage on the side of the road, and left far away. Just like Cinderella in the fairy tale, she just didn't leave a crystal shoe for Desai.

Desai began to reflect in annoyed manner whether his hand skills were too unfamiliar. He had been chatting for a long time, but he only knew the other person's name and even his surname. As for where he lives, he would not have to mention the house number. It seems that his first first love in 1809 had died, and there was a beginning but no end.

Frustrated, Desai stood up and wanted to leave, but was stopped by the scholar-like guy. The latter claimed to be the editor of the Madrid Times and asked the French colonel whether the eight fairy tales told by the French colonel and whether the two poems were original by him. After receiving the affirmative answer from the shameless plagiarist, the Madrid Times editor immediately expressed that he hoped to buy out the copyright of the above fairy tales and poems in Spain and was willing to pay a royalty of 2,000 riyals, which is about 400 francs.

After a little thought, Desai nodded in agreement and made only one request to the editor of the Madrid Times, "If you can deliver these royalties to that Miss Litisia, I can sign and authorize them."

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Chapter completed!