The next course was the main dish, an odd pairing called crispy sea bass. When Harry brought it over, Shen Yuan asked repeatedly, "Are you sure this is fish?"

"Yes!"

Harry affirmed without exception.

The dish looked crispy and golden on the outside, and aside from its shape, it was hard to associate it with fish until Harry cut open the pastry exterior to reveal the true face of the sea bass inside.

Harry arranged the plate with a knife and fork in front of Shen Yuan, this time not so delicately, especially in comparison to the previous dish. It was unclear whether Harry's plating skills were not quite proficient or if this dish was just difficult to plate.

In any case, when Brooke came over, took one look, and stormed back to the kitchen, Shen Yuan then heard some vocabularies like "fack you!" and "joke!"

Fang Minhui whispered, "Brooke called him an idiot."

"I know that word without you telling me."

Shen Yuan cut a piece of the fish with his knife and fork, then forked it into his mouth, "So what was he saying before that?"

"Humph."

Fang Minhui rolled her eyes and continued to tackle the crispy sea bass, "Like I'd tell you, you know perfectly well what he said."

Although the plating was mediocre, the sea bass was fresh, with a firm and smooth texture. Paired with a specially-made citrus sauce from Brooke, the tart and sweet flavor also had a rich creamy taste.

Next up was the dessert portion, pudding paired with various fruit purees, then served with mint sauce and strawberry sauce.

The class belle not only ate with relish but also took photos with glee, snapping pictures from many angles with each dish served. This kind of plating plus this kind of cuisine gave a high success rate for the photos.

"What to do, Yuan Babe, I've just finished dinner and I already have enough material for my Moments."

Fang Minhui pursed her lips, feeling that with the photos of the French cuisine, siheyuan, and the suite, she had already taken hundreds of shots. She felt like she could delete some of them and randomly pick a set to post in her Moments—and she now already had three sets' worth of posts.

And she had been in Yanjing for less than 4 hours.

"It's fine, I don't get many chances to take you out, so you can save some materials to post during winter break or the National Day holiday. That way, people will think you're out traveling again," Shen Yuan replied casually.

"Humph, you're just trying to irritate me today."

Fang Minhui ignored him and continued browsing through her album to see which photos she could delete.

Whereas Shen Yuan felt that French cuisine was okay to taste occasionally, but eating it every day was really not to his liking, due to the strange ingredient combinations and the odd-tasting sauces, how should he put it, he didn't experience that joy of a good meal.

The first bite was indeed novel, but with the second and third bites, his interest gradually waned until it was bland.

Before long, Brooke finished tidying up the kitchen and, accompanied by Harry, they both bowed slightly, "Pleased to have served you, we're leaving now, wish you a pleasant evening."

Shen Yuan handed over ten 100-yuan bills, "Hard work. The food was delicious, but you still need to practice your Chinese, especially not to curse so dirtily when scolding your apprentice."

"Ok, thank you, Mr. Shen."

Brooke accepted the notes quite naturally, stuffing them into his chef's pocket and then grinned, "But Harry isn't my apprentice; he is my son."

Shen Yuan was stunned for half a second before the corners of his mouth twitched in reaction, Good one, old Brooke, even cursing his own son that fiercely?

Constantly having to say 'fack you'?

.....

After Brooke and Harry left, Shen Yuan and Fang Minhui took a stroll in the yard. It was completely dark by then, and the bright red lanterns emitted a vibrant red glow. The vermillion-lacquered corridor, with its dominant red color, was particularly dazzling, always evoking an illusion of being outside modern society.

In the end, the two sat down on a bench on the side of the courtyard. Fang Minhui rested her head gently on Shen Yuan's shoulder and gazed into the sky, "Yuan Babe, how great would it be if time could stop at this moment?"

Having eaten their fill, it was time for a love talk. Shen Yuan wrapped his arm around Fang Minhui's shoulder, "Hmm."

Fang Minhui pouted, dissatisfied, "Yuan Babe, can't you say something I like to hear at such a moment?"

"Ah? What did you just say?"

"I said, can't you say something I love to hear at this time?"

"No, I meant what did you say in the sentence before that."

"Have you been listening to me at all... I said how great it would be if time could stop at this moment."

"Yes, that would be nice."

"!!! We're sleeping in separate rooms tonight!"

...

At 8 o'clock, the doorbell rang again. Fang Minhui ran to open the door, her face full of expectation, "It must be the masseuses."

The vermillion gate slowly opened, and two slender girls wearing qipaos and white stockings walked in, pulling small suitcases on wheels.

Seeing Fang Minhui, they paused for a second, then bent their knees slightly to greet her with a curtsy.

"Good evening, we are Waldorf spa technicians, my name is Xiao Rou."

"Good evening, my name is Xiao Xue."

Shen Yuan, who was yawning on the bench, suddenly wasn't tired anymore. Ella didn't lie to me, indeed high-quality.

The two women were quite lovely, hair pinned up with traditional hairpins, both dressed in light blue sleeveless cheongsams, revealing their slender and delicate lotus arms.

But the key was the figure underneath the cheongsam.

Though not as explosively curvy as the class belle, they were quite outstanding among ordinary folks, with their S-curved silhouettes, busts round and full, particularly their plump thighs were encased in white silk stockings.

What's more, because there were two of them, and both their bodies and appearances were quite similar, standing together, they created an effect where 1+1 was greater than 2.

"Wait a second,"

Minhui realized this spa was no ordinary place. She rushed to Shen Yuan's side, looking worried, and said, "Maybe we should switch to a different pair of masseuses."

"Just because they're attractive, you want to replace them?"

Shen Yuan said with conviction, "You can't judge a person solely by their appearance. I told Ella to call for skilled masseuses. If they're here, they must be skilled, so are you going to dismiss them just because they're good-looking?"

"That's not what I mean..."

Minhui looked dejectedly at Shen Yuan. She just thought these two masseuses were a bit too good-looking, and since a spa inevitably involved some physical contact, the thought of these women getting close to her man was unbearable.

"Then what do you mean?"

Shen Yuan frowned and said, "They've made the effort to be here, and you're going to dismiss their professional skills based on their looks and ruin their day?"

"I really didn't mean that."

Minhui felt even more wronged; she was simply afraid of feeling jealous.

"I'm so disappointed in you."

After saying that, Shen Yuan was about to walk inside,

"Don't go, Yuan Babe."

Minhui quickly grabbed him, "I won't act capricious anymore, let them come in."

Shen Yuan didn't speak, but his feet stopped moving, and Minhui, albeit reluctantly, went to the door, "Come in, please."

Xiaoxue and Xiaorou didn't know what had happened, but since the clients hadn't asked them to leave, they couldn't just leave abruptly. So, the two clicked their high heels and walked in.

The two women gave Shen Yuan a curtsy, "Mr. Shen, hello, my name is Xiaorou."

"Mr. Shen, hello, my name is Xiaoxue."

Shen Yuan was unfazed, "Nice names, please come in."

"Okay, then could both of you please come to the SPA room with us?"

Xiaoxue and Xiaorou led them into the elegant and dignified spa room, placed their trolley bags down, and stood side by side, hands crossed in front of them.

"How would you two like to choose us?"

The more extroverted Xiaorou asked,

Neither Fang Min nor Shen Yuan knew how to make a selection, just exchanging a knowing look.

Understanding the situation, Xiaorou smiled and suggested, "Since we have different strengths in our techniques, perhaps we could take turns serving each of you?"

"That's fine."

Yes, very agreeable, Shen Yuan thought, giving a satisfied nod.

Xiaorou went to Minhui's side, while Xiaoxue went to Shen Yuan's side. Xiaoxue seemed a bit nervous, her facial expression not quite natural, "Mr. Shen, let me take you to change."

"Alright."

Shen Yuan followed Xiaoxue into the changing room, where she awkwardly helped him out of his clothes, becoming even more fidgety when it came to his pants.

Shen Yuan couldn't help but ask, "New here?"

Xiaoxue's cheeks turned pink, "Yes."

"No worries, take your time."

"Okay."

Xiaoxue continued to help Shen Yuan out of his pants, and when it came to the last piece of protective garment, she inadvertently saw something she shouldn't have. Her expression froze for a moment, and then her face turned beet red.

Shen Yuan looked at her blushing, innocent face and thought to himself that Xiaoxue must not have seen "the big guy" before. But he had to admit, a girl's reaction like this was quite gratifying.

In the other changing room, the atmosphere was starkly different. Xiaorou asked, "Miss Fang, do you need help changing?"

"No need."

Minhui indifferently took the spa clothes, pulled up the screen, and changed by herself.

Xiaorou wasn't offended and maintained a gentle smile as she waited at the door.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by lotustale.com