Makedon grinned and rubbed his round belly. He smiled and said, "Ron, you don't have to go so far. Although the Constantine family is a bit rotten, there are still a lot of good wine."
"This … This is the wine I plan to keep for a few years when I'm about to die!" Old Ron said in tears.
Sauron replied stiffly, "If you're going to die, be more straightforward. Don't waste the wine."
"One-eyed red-haired bird! This is not your wine. You and this fatty have to pay for it! "Ron shouted ungentlemanly.
However, how could these two fellows pay back? One looked into the distance, and the other scratched his ears and pretended not to hear.
Yang Cheng looked at the old man and patted him on the shoulder. He said, "Forget it, let's drink these two bottles together today. I remember I have a few bottles of 1811 Igan Chateau white wine. You help me with logistics, so you must know where to put it. Go and drink it yourself."
Ron said gratefully, "Your Majesty Pluto is considerate, but... that wine doesn't suit my taste. Can you change it to two other Medusa wines from Domaine de Roman-Conti?"
"Old fox! You must be doing this on purpose! One Medusa is worth two Black Pearls! "Makedon cursed.
Yang Cheng was also quite helpless. These guys were really as good as before.
However, he didn't have much of a preference for good wine, so he generously promised to give them to Ron.
Following that, as everyone sat down, Isabella, the fat cook, brought out the sumptuous Mediterranean seafood cooking that she had made. As a helper, Brewster obediently poured wine for everyone.
During the meal, they chatted with Yang Cheng, mostly in English, so as not to leave Lin Ruoxi and the others out.
However, he always felt a little creepy when he heard words like fighter jet models, nuclear warheads, nuclear submarines, and so on.
Halfway through the meal, Isabella slammed the table and said, "You old guys, why are you talking about war in front of Miss Lin and Madam? Tomorrow is His Majesty Pluto's wedding. Can't you talk about something interesting?"
Towards her father and in-laws, this fat girl did not have the slightest bit of courtesy.
Beside him, Broust quickly clapped his hands. "I agree with my dear."
Makedon cursed his grandson for being so useless. However, he did not dare to refute Isabella. It was obvious that Fat Girl had the upper hand over these people.
"My dear Bella, don't you think talking about the war will make you hungry?" Solon grinned, which was rare for him.
"That's you, old man." Isabella rolled her eyes.
As she spoke, she picked up a plate of yellow and white dishes and placed it in front of Guo Xuehua and Mother Wang.
"Madams, you can try this. This is called Bacalhaua Braz. It's a Portuguese food. The main ingredient is codfish, fried with eggs and vegetables. It should suit the taste of Easterners," Isabella said with a smile.
Guo Xuehua and Mother Wang looked at each other. They really felt that the food here was not to their liking. Although the ingredients were excellent seafood, they really could not resist eating seafood in big mouthfuls.
After receiving it with a smile, they thanked Isabella briefly. After all, they did not know much English.
Isabella was excited and began to explain the names and ingredients of various dishes to Lin Ruoxi, leaving the men at the table aside.
Just like that, the meal was quite lively.
When it was over, Ron gestured to Lin Ruoxi and went to the studio he set up next door.
Yang Cheng was also very curious and wanted to follow them, but he was stopped by Guo Xuehua.
"Silly child, you can't look at the wedding dress now. Wait until the wedding tomorrow, then it will be meaningful," Guo Xuehua lectured.
Yang Cheng felt that it might be better to add more mystery, so he endured the itch in his heart and sat in Ron's house, drinking black tea and watching TV.
Under Isabella's invitation, Guo Xuehua and Mother Wang took a young man on the island who could translate Chinese to visit the surrounding environment.
For them, since this was Yang Cheng's, it was also their own. Of course, they had to understand it well.
When the house was quiet, only Yang Cheng, Makedon, and Soran were left.
Drinking the British Royal Black Tea, Yang Cheng suddenly thought of something and asked, "By the way, where are Edward and the others?"
Soran said, "Edward went to pick up Catherine and Jane. They should be here tonight."
"These days, the London Olympics are still at a critical juncture. Catherine needs to attend a lot of occasions, so she is busy, so she can only come later. After the wedding, she has to rush back to attend the closing ceremony of the Olympics," Makedon explained.
Only then did Yang Cheng remember that he did not pay attention to the Olympics.
"Your Majesty Pluto, are you not going to … go see her?" Soran hesitated and said, "After all, you are going to get married tomorrow."
Yang Cheng's hand trembled slightly, and a complicated thought flashed in his eyes. His face was a little gloomy.
"Yes, I have to go." Yang Cheng nodded.
"Hey, red-haired eagle, why did you mention that? I was happy," Makedon said unhappily.
"I'm just reminding you out of goodwill. I think Your Majesty Pluto will think of going too." Soran glanced at him disdainfully.
Yang Cheng told the two of them not to make a fuss and said with a smile, "This is indeed what I should do. After I left here more than two years ago, I haven't come back to see her. She might be in another world and hates me … Now that I'm going to get married here, if I don't tell her, I won't be able to rest easy.
Very well, let me bury the past today and officially welcome a new life. "
While the three men were chatting about a rather sad topic, in a small red room next door, it was a different scene.
This was Ron's usual workshop, and its purpose was naturally to design and display all of his works.
The entire workshop was surrounded by luxurious Bohemian women's dresses, and the rich and luxurious atmosphere assaulted one's nostrils.
At this moment, Ron was standing outside the fitting room, looking nervously and expectantly at the coffee-colored curtain that was covering it.
His two female assistants were helping Lin Ruoxi put on the wedding dress that had been designed.
After more than ten minutes, the two assistants finally walked out and slowly pulled open the curtain …
"Hiss …"
When Ron saw the woman who walked out of the fitting room, he couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.
Then, he swallowed his saliva and drew a cross in front of him, as if he was grateful for God's kindness.
Ron, who could not move his gaze away, exclaimed in admiration, "Miss Lin, you will be the most beautiful bride I have seen in most of my life … Haha, of course, it is also thanks to the wedding dress I designed."
Lin Ruoxi looked at herself in the mirror, her small hands holding the hem of her skirt, and she also looked a little incredulous.
It was as if wearing this wedding dress would make her entire temperament and behavior sublimate from beginning to end.
"Thank you, Mr. Ron." Lin Ruoxi smiled and asked, "Does this wedding dress have a name?"
"Well, good question." Ron smiled and said, "I named this wedding dress Demeter, Demeter."
Lin Ruoxi wondered, "It sounds familiar. Is this a person's name?"
"No, no, this is your 'mother'." Ron smiled kindly and said, "Madam Persephone's mother in mythology is Demeter, the Goddess of Fertility.
I named the wedding dress after Demeter, meaning that this wedding dress will protect you like a mother and lead you to the marriage hall. "
Lin Ruoxi then came to a realization. She recited it a few times and happily accepted it.
At this time, Ron circled around the woman twice and praised, "Now that you look at it, it really looks similar, especially in terms of temperament. After wearing the wedding dress, it is exactly the same."
Although Ron said it softly, Lin Ruoxi could still hear it. The happy woman couldn't help but ask, "What looks similar?"
Ron was stunned and said awkwardly, "Miss Lin, you should also know that the only woman who has always accompanied His Majesty Pluto in the past is Miss Seventeen.
Previously, Sauron, Jane, and Catherine all said that you and Miss Seventeen are often very similar in temperament and demeanor. Now it seems that I have to agree with them. "
Hearing this, Lin Ruoxi couldn't help but look gloomy, and she smiled unnaturally and said, "Is that so … Unfortunately, I haven't seen her."
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