I Am a Nobleman in England

"... Take a good rest, I'm leaving first, I'll wait for you to treat me to a big meal."

The private doctor checked Elmo's ankle sprain, ruled out the possibility of a fracture, prescribed some anti-inflammatory drugs, and made a doctor's order to avoid weight-bearing and walking. After hot compresses promoted blood circulation and relieved swelling and pain, the doctor left.

And Aymo also called to tell his parents that her mother was coming, and Arthur also knew that it was time for him to leave.

"Hehe, no problem." Aymo looked at Arthur who stood up and was about to leave, and smiled softly.

"As a friend, if there is anything I can do to help, feel free to call me."

"Thank you so much, Arthur."

"Hehe, you're welcome, sit down, I'll just leave by myself, don't worry, I'll close the door for you." Arthur reached out his hand to signal Aymo who wanted to get up, smiled and waved his hand, and then stopped. walk away.

"Crack——"

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Aymo looked down at the coffee stains on his clothes, took a long breath, stretched out his hand to remove the balled-up nightgown and Tback, which could barely cover anything, and his cheeks slightly twitched. hot. Soon there was a snort, and she shook her head with a charming smile, her beautiful eyes shining brightly.

"boss--"

"Let's go to Chinatown first."

Arthur, who walked out of the apartment building, nodded to the bodyguard Bell who came up, got into the Rolls-Royce together, and said to the driver.

"Boss, is that lady alright?" Bell, who was sitting in the co-pilot, still asked with concern.

"It's not a big problem, I just sprained my ankle, but I need to rest for a while." Arthur leaned comfortably on the seat, turned his head to look at the neon-flashing streets of London outside the car window, looked away, and looked at his own car on the window. Blurred images, I couldn't help but think of Aimo Alamuddin again, his eyes flickered, and he smiled slightly.

The exquisite face, especially the long t-shirt that countless women dream of, and the exotic temperament of Lebanese nen are really pleasing to the eye.

I have to say that Aimo really resembles the character setting of the heroine Mary Sue, with her super good looks, fashionable dress, devilish figure, and masterful mind. She has all these in her pocket, and her performance in any one of them is remarkable, she is a proper true goddess.

Such a talented and beautiful woman,

It's perfectly normal to let yourself be overwhelmed by it.

What? age?

Don't be kidding, you know, amorous feelings are a kind of wine fragrance that only mature women can exude after years of practice. It takes time to imitate and learn. Although flowers are easy to wither, only the fruits can be tasted slowly. When describing a woman as "very tasteful", please believe that she is a mature lady.

The heart is rich, the temperament is winning, and it is very readable. Flowers are for viewing, while the beauty of a shu girl is for reading. Those who cannot see her beauty are shallow, and those who read her charm are happy, and this feeling lasts forever.

Practicing from the inside to the outside will make a woman exude an ineffable charm, which will not be artificial or packaged, but permeate the original flavor, and form a kind of aura, a charming aura.

"Boss, Chinatown is here."

The words of the bodyguard Bell interrupted Arthur's imaginings, and after a light hum, he said: "Find a place to park the car, we will eat Chinese cuisine here tonight."

"Good boss."

London Chinatown, also known as Tianchaocheng or London Chinatown, is located in the SOHO district of central London where the land is very expensive. However, because of language, culture, diet and history, it has become a cultural island in British society.

Chinatown is small, consisting of a main street and several side streets, not far from Buckingham Palace and the Prime Minister's Office at No. 10 Downing Street. There are standard Chinese-style archways and Han-style and Tang-style commercial pavilions. On both sides of the 800-meter-long main street stands an archway with the words "Guotai Min'an" and "London Huafu".

The restaurants, shopping malls, and pharmacies on both sides of the street are all hung with conspicuous Chinese characters. Although the place is not big, it is very delicate, like a plate of dishes with simple ingredients, and the taste is all in the main street and several side streets that criss-cross.

Under the protective circle specially formed by the three of Bell, Arthur strolled in the brightly lit Chinatown. The familiar smells and sounds touched his heart quite a bit.

Seeing a well-known and very familiar pharmacy, Arthur stopped, looked at the signboard of Tongrentang, and walked in. Bell followed closely behind, and the remaining two bodyguards stood outside the store seemingly leisurely waiting.

The decoration style of the store is consistent with that of the Tianchao store. The traditional and elegant decoration and wooden carved window lattices create a dignified and generous Chinese charm. Facing the store door are rows of small drawers filled with different Chinese herbal medicines, just like the traditional Chinese medicine stores in China.

"Excuse me, is there any safflower oil here for treating bruises?" As soon as he entered the door, Arthur asked the clerk in Mandarin with a specially disguised accent.

"Welcome, yes, please wait a moment, I'll bring it to you right away..." The clerk was a little surprised that such a young foreigner, Arthur, could speak Chinese to such an extent. It's a novelty, but it's really rare for people at Arthur's age who can speak Mandarin and know how to treat bruises with safflower oil.

"This is the safflower oil you asked for..." The clerk explained the instructions to Arthur in English very enthusiastically. It seemed that he had a good impression of Arthur, a British guy who could speak Chinese.

"Thank you, how much is it?" Arthur asked directly with a smile, and then took out the money to pay the bill, and said, "Walk slowly, welcome again." . . "Welcome off warmly and leave.

Looking at the safflower oil in his hand, Arthur couldn't help smiling. He came to Chinatown this time mainly to buy it for Aimo. He believed that the magical oriental medicine would leave a deep impression on her.

Of course, more importantly, he can personally help her apply safflower oil and make her wan. . . Cough, it's an ankle massage.

"We're having hot pot tonight, can you eat spicy food?"

Walking to the door of 'Little Tail Sheep', the most famous hot pot restaurant in Chinatown, Arthur asked the three people around him when he smelled the familiar smell that made people drool.

Bell and the three looked at each other, then shook their heads, while Arthur shook his head and said with a smile: "It seems that you don't have the luck to taste the most enjoyable delicacy, let's go, you can't eat spicy food, so you can only order a mandarin duck pot."

After speaking, regardless of the helpless expressions of the three of Bell, they walked into the hot pot restaurant, and under the warm reception of the waiter, they found a table and sat down. Listening to the waiter's English introduction, Arthur couldn't help but chuckled and said in Chinese dialect : "Give me a mandarin duck pot, clear soup and medium spicy, beef, mutton, eight dishes first, vegetable platter, cabbage with choy sum, green onion and coriander platter, frozen tofu, vermicelli, belly..."

The waiter standing at the side was stunned for a moment. Hearing Arthur order the dishes in proficient Chinese dialect, he couldn't help being surprised. He thought that the four foreigners who came here came because of curiosity. After all, foreigners are not familiar with Chinese hot pot. I don't have a cold, especially if I have never eaten it, and I dare not even try it.

"By the way, do you have leek sauce?"

Well, even Chiu Hua Jiang knew that not only the waiter standing aside was astonished, but even the Asian-faced guests at the two adjacent tables looked at Arthur with curiosity and astonishment.

Sir, you are not only good at speaking, you are also an expert in hot pot. "Speaking, the young male waiter smiled and gave Arthur a thumbs up.

"Hehe, thank you. I just have a good master. My college roommate is from the city of hotpot. Do you have Moutai here? Bring me another bottle of Feitian." Arthur said with a smile.

"Okay, wait a moment, I'll arrange for you to serve right away." The male waiter was completely convinced now, knowing that Moutai is nothing, but it is extraordinary to drink Feitian for the roll call. Ah, I really don't know what kind of person this foreigner's Celestial roommate is, who can infect foreigners to such an extent.

Arthur smiled and nodded to the kind smiles cast around him. He no longer cared about the surprise of these people. To be honest, he felt stupid when he talked in a tactful way in the pharmacy before. No matter what it is, it's not something shameful that he can speak the Chinese dialect.

Isn't the reason why I earn so much money to live a free life that I want to live?