Meow Ba

Chapter 95: Sunday Dinner
It was almost noon when we arrived at Newport Bay. Fisher, Melissa, and Christina were waiting beside Robert's dining car. Walking between Xiaomi and Tina, ignoring Xiaomi's angry eyes, he narrowed his eyes comfortably.

In the cool autumn wind, Tina and Xiaomi were like two warm babies, continuously providing heat, so that Ron could concentrate on looking forward to the waiting lunch.

"Hi everyone, I'm late."

"Christina, these are my two sisters, Catherine and Molly."

"This is Christina, the big black guy and the black beauty over there are Fisher and Melissa, and Robert is busy in the dining car."

"The Maine Coon cat squatting on the dining board is Tina, Christina's pet, and the one with white gloves is Xiaomi, Robert's pet."

"Hi Catherine, Molly, hello."

Walking to Lorraine, Christina naturally took Lorraine's arm, and greeted Catherine and Molly with a smile on her face.

"Hello, Christina."

Catherine and Molly, who were following Lorraine, looked at each other, and then greeted Christina with a smile - thirteen or fourteen years old are no longer ignorant children. From the perspective of Catherine and Molly, there is no doubt that Christina It's Lorraine's girlfriend, but she hasn't told her parents yet.

Catherine's eyes flickered even more secretly - in the near future, Lorraine will definitely bleed once.

"Aren't you all hungry?"

"Stop chatting, Lorraine, Fisher is here to help."

Seeing that everyone was present, Robert, who was busy in the dining car, raised his head and shouted to the outside.

When Robert said this, the girls immediately felt their stomachs growling——Lorraine and Fisher walked to the dining car, and under Robert's command, they moved out a long table that could be folded up, and chose a comfortable table. Place it where it can be exposed to the sun.

Putting three round stools on each side, Robert took out seven sets of exquisite tableware and put them away, and then put on a set of clean white chef's clothes and a tall chef's hat—this posture seems to be driving not a dining car, but It is the kitchen of a Michelin three-star restaurant.

Everyone was asked to sit on both sides of the long table, and put Ron at the end of the long table. Robert, who was dressed neatly, smiled and bowed slightly to everyone.

"Gentlemen and beauties, this [Robert's Food Philosophy] dinner is about to begin. Thanks again to Ms. Melissa and Mr. Lorraine for providing the main ingredient [White Sturgeon Maloso Caviar]. Caviar special."

"Clap clap clap~"

Loud applause rang out, causing other people who came to Newport Coast to play and couldn't help but turn their heads to look over. They saw that there was someone having a picnic, so they didn't pay any more attention.Only one old man approached Lorraine's dinner with great interest along the trail along the coast of Newport Bay.

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The form of the dinner was not mentioned in advance, and everyone thought that they would eat some Robert's special sandwiches, hamburgers, pancakes, etc., and then spend an afternoon in Newport Bay.

Unexpectedly, Robert gave everyone such a big surprise—especially Catherine and Molly, who were in their teens. They had never participated in such a formal banquet, which made their two little faces glow with excitement.

"There are a total of seven dishes for this dinner, according to the standard of French dishes, so stay tuned."

After speaking, Robert raised his head and walked back to the dining car, getting busy.

"..."

Great work, Robert!
They even had a French feast in the wild!

This is also the first time Ron has participated in such a formal banquet. He couldn't help but licked his lips, and tried to straighten his chest at the table and began to look forward to it-everyone was used to Ron being able to serve at the table. differentiated from other cats.

After talking and waiting for a few minutes, Robert served the first course.

A small spoonful of white sturgeon Maloso caviar, which is transparent and gray in color, is piled up in a transparent glass container, with a clean white shell spoon next to it, and there is a hint of coolness on the caviar.

There is a refrigerator in Robert’s dining car, and the caviar provided by Lorraine and Melissa is placed in the refrigerator and has just been opened-the caviar must be kept at a temperature of 0-4 degrees Celsius, so that it will be more delicious when eaten.

Then Robert poured a small glass of champagne for several adults, while Catherine, Molly and Ron had non-alcoholic light special drinks.

"First dish, first course, White Sturgeon Malozo caviar with champagne, please take it easy."

Robert has obviously entered the state of a chef trained by himself for many years. He bowed slightly and returned to the dining car to start making the second dish. At the table, both Melissa and Christina took out their mobile phones and started taking pictures.

This is an authentic French meal. The main ingredient is the top-quality caviar that is priced at gold. I would be sorry if I didn’t take a photo!
When the girl was taking pictures, Lorraine and Fisher were motionless. Anyone who dared to take a bite at this time would definitely die ugly—even Ron didn’t dare to eat it, he couldn’t afford any aunt anger.

"Crack, click!"

After taking more than a dozen shots from various angles, Christina and Melissa put away their mobile phones with satisfaction, and then scooped up a small half of the caviar with a small shell spoon and put it into their mouths.

"Wow, it's so delicious, so delicious!"

"As expected of the top caviar, it tastes so delicious every time I eat it!"

Melissa and Christina's answers were different, but they all praised the deliciousness of the caviar - the others also put a small spoonful of caviar into their mouths, and immediately showed expressions of enjoyment.

Ron also lowered his head and bit a few fish eggs, and crushed them lightly with his teeth. Immediately, a fresh ocean breath poured out from the crushed fish eggs. Ron felt as if a huge fish was swimming past him. Coupled with the sea breeze that is about to enter winter, it is like being in the ocean.

Ron, who couldn't wait, lowered his head and picked up a few more. Feeling the bombs exploding in his mouth, Ron's cat had a fascinated look on his face.

The old man who was walking slowly from a distance suddenly stood still, his nostrils twitched slowly, showing a suspicious look.

"Maroso caviar, the top white sturgeon from the Caspian Sea?"

"These people actually eat this for a picnic?"

At the same time, in the dining car, Robert, who was making the second dish, also encountered troubles. A group of chubby, tattooed people suddenly stood in front of the dining car, knocking on the board and asking for lunch.

"Boss, we want twelve burgers, eight Cokes, and two special caviar pancakes."

"Hurry up, we're starving to death, you hear me!"

(End of this chapter)