Our Love Story: Hard to Guard Against the Sudden Love Strike-Chapter 342 - 327: You Smell So Good

In the restaurant at night, several mounted lamps hung on the walls and columns, and every round table had a pair of candles. The spots of firelight were elegant and warm.

Simon Forrester helped Sienna Thornton take off her wool coat and handed it to the waiter. They sat by the window.

From this angle, one could see the Notre Dame Cathedral across the river. Under the misty night, the cathedral, illuminated by faint lights, appeared mysterious, like a ghost castle from a mythological realm.

Sienna rested her chin on her hand, shifted her gaze to Simon sitting across from her, and smiled: "In the past twenty years, I’ve never had such a feeling. The surprises I’ve gathered in just two days in Lumeria are enough to nourish a lifetime of memories."

Simon stared at her, smiling gently: "That’s why many people give up high-paid jobs, even sell their properties, just to fulfill their dream of traveling the world. If possible, I hope we can travel the world too, just you and me."

Sienna looked at him, not speaking for a while.

She had too many things unfinished, and for at least the next ten years, she couldn’t find the time to travel the world. But ten years later, their child would be at the age requiring parental care and guidance; how could they leave the child to travel then?

That’s why Simon said "hope," knowing such a thing was difficult.

Thinking about life after marriage, Sienna smiled softly and said, "I think when I’m in my fifties and you’re sixty, maybe we can travel the world. By then, the child will be in college, and our careers would be stable; we can let go, and that would be the best time for a world tour."

Upon hearing this, Simon nodded in agreement: "Living life, responsibility truly is an important topic. Sometimes I really like your tradition, and sometimes I feel because of tradition, we have to accept too many helpless things."

"So now you know why I was a champion of non-marriage before?" Sienna laughed, picked up her water glass, and took a sip.

The waiter brought the menu, upon seeing the thick book resembling a dictionary, Sienna was surprised to take it, the cover printed in Franlandian, she opened it and found it was a wine list.

"This wine list is so exaggerated!"

Simon looked over and laughed: "They have five hundred thousand bottles here, nearly ten thousand types of stored wine, including some 19th-century collections."

Sienna clicked her tongue: "19th-century wine? That must be expensive!"

"A sip can cost hundreds of thousands to millions," Simon chuckled, reaching out to her, "I won’t let you drink, don’t look."

"You’re so stingy!"

Taking the wine list she handed over, Simon said, "It’s not that we can’t afford it; you had too much last night and didn’t even shower. Are you planning not to shower again tonight?"

Sienna said nothing.

Despite his words, Simon still ordered her a glass of wine and several of the restaurant’s signature dishes.

Soon, the waiter pushed the dining cart over.

After serving the foie gras and caviar appetizer, the blood duck took center stage.

On a silver plate lay a roasted duck curled up. Sienna glanced at it, feeling it wasn’t much different from the roast duck in Brimfield.

After a while, the waiter skillfully cut two pieces of duck breast, poured the duck blood sauce over them; then cut two pieces of duck leg, and another main dish made from duck leg was served.

Sienna tasted using a fork, said in Chinese to Simon: "This duck blood sauce doesn’t taste bloody at all, and the duck meat is so tender and juicy. It’s different from roasts at The Gilded Duck."

Simon wondered: "Why do you compare the blood duck at La Tour d’Argent with the roast duck at The Gilded Duck?"

"Because they look similar! Moreover, The Gilded Duck’s roast duck looks all glossy and black, much more appealing."

Simon cut a piece of the most tender duck leg meat from his plate onto Sienna’s plate: "The essence of blood duck lies in the blood sauce drizzled on top. It’s made by pressing the duck bone and entrails in special silverware to extract duck blood, combined with brandy, port wine, and spices."

Sienna nodded: "No wonder I said this duck meat has a bit of wine fragrance."

She picked up the white wine next to her, took a sip, and asked: "And this wine? It’s also fragrant, much better than the one last night."

"1847 Château d’Yquem white wine."

Sienna didn’t speak for a long time, keeping that sip in her mouth, her chubby cheeks puffed out even more.

Seeing her so adorable, Simon’s hand itched, wanting to pinch her cheeks. As his hand rose, she gulped down the wine, patted her chest with her small hand, incredulously saying: "1847? I feel like I’ve traveled through time, back to the days before the Franlandian February Revolution..."