Battle of the Third Reich

"Sir...you..."

Weierle said anxiously and quietly that the chief of staff's brain was now running fast, and wanted to organize the most appropriate statement to calm the anger of the adult.

Although he is not very clear why the head of state is so angry, no matter what, he must fulfill his responsibilities as chief staff. This is really not the right place for the head of state of Germany.

However, the next moment Weierle was surprised to find that the head's anger disappeared as suddenly as it broke out. The cold light in Xu Jun's eyes had disappeared, and in front of him was the familiar and gentle face, and even the fascinating smile on the corner of his mouth. If it were not for the fear that had not faded on the face of the French street vendor, Weierle almost doubted that the pressure he had felt before was just his own illusion, whether that terrible pressure ever existed. It seems that this noble imperial ducái finally learned to adjust his emotions with reason, and suppressed his strong anger, Weierle was very pleased.

However, is this really the case? The chief of staff has some doubts.

"Weirler."

Xu Jun was still smiling, so brilliant in Weierle's eyes that it was somewhat unreal.

"Listening to Mr. Alfonso, I am more interested in this lunch now."

"Do you still want to go to that restaurant? I suggest you change it. There should be more than one Chinese restaurant in Paris, we can have many choices. If we can't, we can try the flavors of other places, such as That Turkish restaurant over there, I have never eaten Turkish food yet."

Weierle's diligent suggestion seemed that his hunch was correct, and the adult still failed to change his somewhat willful temper.

"What I decided will not change, Weiler, today we will eat Chinese food in that restaurant, and I am already hungry now."

Xu Jun lowered his face and glanced coldly at Weierle, his eyes full of intimidation that you now stop trying.

"So... everything is up to you, sir."

Weierle was killed as usual.

"Yeah, there is nothing in the world that can stop the things that Mr. decides. Rest assured, Mr. Wehrler, there will be no problems with me."

Randolph said excitedly, from Xu Jun's eyes and words, what this smart guy felt. At first I thought it was just a boring shopping, and now it seems that there may be a good show to participate in. The young adjutant quickly held up his claws to support the leader's decision.

"I am even more worried when you are with me. This bastard, see how I can clean you up when I go back."

Weiller threw Randolph an eye attack, but the latter used a smirk to indicate that he was now invincible.

"Don't make a mistake..."

The depressed chief of staff felt his forehead start to rise again.

Xu Jun and his party left the stall and proceeded towards the destination. As the meal time approached, the street became more and more lively. The streets are filled with the enticing smells from the restaurants on both sides, Turkish barbecue, Indian curry, Italian pizza, French bread, the atmosphere of the food stimulates the tourists to eat, and tempts them to enter a beautifully decorated restaurant. Out of their bulging money bags. Xu Jun has not been affected in any way, and he seems to have lost interest in those delicacies. Weierle knew that this head of state is a food lover, and if he is usually in peace, he will be very excited to stop and hang around, just like when he first walked on this street. However, now he was slowly pacing without saying a word, and turned a blind eye to the restaurants on both sides, which was really abnormal.

Weierle walked anxiously behind Xu Jun, pondering the street vendor's words in his heart, he wanted to find the root cause of the heads' displeasure.

"Here we are."

Xu Jun suddenly stopped, and Weierle, who was worried about it, almost hit him.

"Are we here? Ah, sorry, sir, I'm distracted."

Weierle nodded slightly to Xu Jun apologetically, then turned his face to look at their goal today.

This is a medium-sized hotel with a small facade and simple decoration, but full of oriental flavor.

Xu Jun's current mood can be described as a mixture of emotions. After coming to this world, this is the first time he feels so close to China. Familiar red doorposts, familiar cornices, carved beams and paintings, everything is so familiar, the lines, the decorations, the patterns, the palace lanterns hanging high, and the dragons with their bows on their backs Appeared in a dream.

"Telford House..."

Xu Jun looked at the vermilion plaque hanging on the door lintel and looked at the well-rounded font. His eyes could not help but slowly wet.

"Sir, what's wrong with you?"

Randolph was puzzled to see the head of state standing blankly at the door of the hotel but not going in.

"Ah, nothing, just fascinated by this style, don't you think it's charming?"

Xu Jun quickly covered his eyes and wiped the corners of his eyes, took a deep breath, then said with a smile, but his voice was still shaking.

"Well, this is the Eastern style, it's really charming, sir."

Weierle noticed Xu Jun's strange appearance, and he smoothed the way for Xu Jun.

"Oh, this is the Oriental style, it seems to be not the same as what I saw in the photos. Well, what kind of style is that, it should be the Japanese restaurant that Alfonso said."

Randolph said aside.

"Humph!"

Xu Jun snorted coldly. He really doesn't want to see anything in Japanese style. In his view, it is nothing more than a style of plagiarizing the architectural style of the Tang Dynasty in China, but then he was scared by what he saw. Too.

What kind of stuff is this?

The aesthetic abilities of the owner of this restaurant must have problems in certain aspects. What Xu Jun presented before them was a pot of potpourri. Although it is a Japanese-style wooden lattice sliding door, it is installed on a Renaissance-style arched door frame, and two fat little angels with wings are carved on it. There is a string of red, red and green light bulbs hanging between the Japanese-style square palace lights hanging at the door, but the image of the Japanese warrior is painted on the menu written in French. The whole door * colorful flags fluttered, the national flags of various countries were mixed with a variety of signal flags tied to a gauze rope, struggling weakly in the wind. In the middle of the door lintel, a tiny flagpole was slanted, and a small Japanese navy flag with some ghosts on it was hanging from it, and it seemed to be hanged, and was doing the final convulsion.

Xu Jun's most eye-catching purpose was that there were two guys in black Japanese-style student uniforms standing on either side of the gate, and they didn't look like waitresses. I really don't know why the Japanese put these two things at the door.

The Eastern and Western cultures are mixed together in a mess here, which not only does not give any sensory enjoyment, but also reveals a kind of upstart-like shallowness and ignorance of the master from top to bottom.

"That's... it seems... maybe... it should be a hybrid style, Randolph... you need to improve your taste."

Weierle stared at him for a long time, then shook his head and answered.

The two short Japanese men at the entrance of the Japanese restaurant are now looking arrogantly at Xu Jun. The rude look makes Xu Jun feel extremely uncomfortable. The head of the Third Reich tried to suppress his anger and stared back fiercely, and spit on the ground.

The two Japanese apparently did not expect to get this kind of response. They were a little overwhelmed by the sudden provocation and hurriedly looked away in a panic.

The head of empire, slightly satisfied with the effect, turned happily and took his men to the Defu Tower with his head high.

The space inside the hotel is larger than Xu Jun imagined. Seven or eight tables of eight immortals are placed neatly in the spacious shop hall, and there is no white cloth on the table in accordance with the habits of Europeans. The interior decoration and layout all maintain the true color of traditional Chinese hotels, clean and tidy, and simple and elegant. There are several vertical shafts hanging on the white powder wall. Although it is not a masterpiece, it has a certain style. A corner of the shop hall was erected with a screen with a pine crane picture drawn on it. According to Xu Jun's judgment, it should be the kitchen where the dishes are served.

The French street vendor was right. Although it was time to eat, there was no guest in the empty shop.

Xu Jun was suddenly puzzled. Since the local French guests did not dare to come here to eat, but what could stop the group of German soldiers under their hands, they were not afraid of being drunk by the alcoholic, maybe they might have something that was not eye-opening hit them. On the muzzle, but why not even German soldiers came in here.

But then he wanted to understand that anyone who comes in will be scared away by the scene in front of him, and who dares to eat in a restaurant that is empty at the peak of the meal. In general, this kind of shop is either bad in food or has a problem with the service. Maybe it is also a kind of slaughter. The German soldiers are not stupid, they are not familiar with their original life. Of course, they will be discouraged when they see this situation.

"Strange, no one is there."

Randolph broke the silence on the side.

"Yeah, none of the waiters."

Weierle frowned.

Indeed, not only can there not be a guest here, there is not even a waiter, the whole lobby is very quiet and depressing.

"Is anyone there? We are here to eat, is anyone?" Xu Jun asked aloud.

"Ah, there is a guest, Dad, come out soon, a guest is coming..."

After the screen, a series of crisp shouts came out, and Xu Jun was stunned at that time. The familiar Wu Nong soft utterance, the familiar folk sound, had not been heard for a long time, one year, two years, still. . . . Half a century.

Afterwards, a Chinese boy wearing a waiter rushed out of the screen quickly.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen, I'm very sorry. Just now something happened. You are welcome to come to Telford House."

Very fluent French, with a little accent, but very accurate.

The boy approached diligently, and the expression on his face showed that he was very excited now.

Xu Jun looked at the boy up and down, yes, this is just a child, at most about 14 or 15 years old, in the age of Xu Jun was the age of absorbing knowledge. The neat and tidy uniform is a little too big for the boy's thin body. The straight collar has a bow tie and an apron around the waist. A standard European waiter dresses up, but he can't hide the kind of childishness.

"We will just sit here."

Xu Jun sat down at a table near the window.

"Sir would like to order something. We have the purest Chinese food here, all kinds of dim sum, the best in Paris."

The boy stood politely beside Xu Jun and put a menu in front of Xu Jun.

"Ah, good afternoon, respected guest."

A middle-aged man came out from behind the screen. Like the boy, his face was also full of excitement.

"Several are the first guests that our restaurant entertained today. The restaurant will provide you with the best service and will definitely make you satisfied."

The middle-aged man spoke to Xu Jun in pure French with a smile.

It looks like he is about forty years old, wearing a pair of thin-frame glasses, wearing a blue gown, and wearing a pair of traditional Chinese round mouth shoes on his feet. If in China at the time, this was an ordinary businessman dress, but in Europe, this dress is really rare.

"This is the manager of the shop." The boy introduced.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Manager."

Xu Jun is also a little bit excited now, but this is the first time he has met his compatriots after coming to this world.

"He is your father."

Xu Jun said to the boy.

"Oh? How do you know."

The boy's eyes widened in surprise.

"I can understand Chinese."

Xu Jun said with a trembling voice.

"And, you two look alike, boy."

Weierle raised his head in surprise and looked at Xu Jun. Randolph opened his mouth blankly. The Chinese boy stared at his eyes and couldn't speak. The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, all because of it. . . . What I just said from Xu Jun's mouth is a standard Mandarin.

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