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"They are thief's "
Only then did the man react and ran after the two thieves, still shouting like a mad man.
The two bicycles raced as one chased the other, but the political officer was soon left behind.
Rowan rode to a street corner and just as he turned the corner, he saw a cart broken down in the middle of the road. Next to it was a group of elementary school students led by a female teacher crossing the road.
Rowa quickly moved away from the child and inadvertently made eye contact with the teacher.
As they looked at each other, Rowan, the 85kg strong man, suddenly felt a little weak. After dodging the child, he tilted his body and fell towards the young female teacher as if he had drunk some liquor.
Bang!
At the last moment, Rowan reduced his force, but the teacher still lost her balance and was about to fall.
In a flash, Rowan supported himself on one foot, put his arm around her slender waist, and forcibly stopped the pull of gravity.
The girl leaned back on her back, and Rowan hunched slightly and lowered his head.
The two pairs of eyes met, flashing different emotions of surprise and astonishment.
Rowan smiled, "Good morning, Princess Dora."
Dora looked at him blankly: "Rowan?"
Rowan nodded and said "I told you we would meet again, but I didn't expect it would be me who bumped into you this time."
With blood rushing on her cheeks.
Dora looked away subconsciously, her cheeks slightly red as she said, "It's okay, you're trying to avoid the child... Can you let me go?"
Rowan straightened her up and let go of her hand: "I have a feeling that we will meet again, but I hope that next time we wiIl meet standing properly..."
"asshole!"
"Thief!"
The noisy voice interrupted Rowan's words.
Rowan looked back and laughed, "Sorry, I have to run away!"
"See you next time, Princess Dora!"
He laughed and left quickly.
Dora looked at his back and felt inexplicably happy.
At this time, the political officer passed by. After a while, the man also came running and stopped panting.
Dora suddenly asked, "Sir, what was stolen from you?"
"Bicycles. Both of my bicycles were stolen."
The man took a breath and said, "But the first handsome guy did give me money..."
He suddenly froze.
Because the young and beautiful female teacher in front of him had a smile on her face.
The man was surprised by the beauty, but also a little depressed: "What are you laughing at?"
"Did I laugh?"
Dora touched her face curiously, and then found that the corners of her mouth had turned up without her noticing.
Strange, what am I laughing at?
Because the strange prince is of good character? Or is she expecting something?
The female teacher smiled while puzzled.
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Private hotel.
In the tall, spacious and luxurious hall, the receptionists were busy vacuuming, cleaning windows, arranging flowers and tidying up the sofas.
They hurriedly cleaned up, and someone pushed breakfast into the service elevator.
Rowan, who had shaken off the political officer, had changed into a waiter's uniform and came before his uncle.
According to the plan, I have to work part-time to earn start-up capital before opening the store.
Rowan had a way to make money, but he didn't want to change this important trajectory.
It was his first day at work, and his uncle tested him: "What do you do when serving a whole chicken?"
Rowan replied: "When I serve a whole chicken, it's placed on its back on a plate. If I'm told 'cut it up for me', the first thing I do is to hold the chicken in place with a knife, insert the knife under the wings and cut off the thighs, then cut off the breasts in long strips, get the wings and breasts done, get the skin done..."
"good."
His uncle interrupted him "Where's the lobster?"
Rowan smiled and stated: "The lobster is served as it comes out of the kitchen, no need to touch it."
My uncle nodded with satisfaction and continued to test the etiquette.
Italian etiquette was a little different, but that didn't bother him who is Zorro.
Rowan assumed the posture of a court attendant.
He was very gentle and meticulous, busying himself around his uncle: "Remove the dirty plates from the left and put the clean plates on the right. There are waiters to pour the wine. Glasses are divided into classical glasses, high-foot glasses, small cups, cottee cups, large coffee cups, cylindrical-toot glasses, columnar champagne glasses... and some glasses specially used for religious ceremonies..."
Uncle "Champagne."
Rowan took the champagne from th e tray, wrapped it in a napkin, and pretended to open the cork: "With the left arm at a 45-degree angle, the bottom of the bottle rested against the last rib, the expertly remove the cap."
"It's very important that there's no messy noise when you open the cork, just one sound, just the right amount of noise, and a little bit of a muffled sound."
pop!
The sound of a slight explosion.
Rowan imitated the sound of poppi ng champagne. "And it's very important not to let the wine pour out. The champagne can't pour out of the bottle or overflow from the glass."
After completing the process, the uncle said with satisfaction: "It can be seen that you are still attentive, but you are more lik e a nobleman than a waiter."
"Perhaps some noble lady would love to have a lover like you."
He teased his nephew.
You have good taste... Rowan nodded in agreement: "I will reject them politely."
Uncle raised his eyebrows in surprise: "You seem to be very experienced."
Rowan thought about reality.
Roberto Benigni was right, he was indeed very popular in Italy and was very popular among women.
It is said, just said, that Italy, famous for its romance, has a high rate of infidelity.
Rowan wasn't sure if it was a stereotype of Americans - Americans have always been like that.
However, when he was in Italy, these enthusiastic girls were indeed very willing to have an exciting underground relationship with him.
Latin girls are very appealing, with a similar but different taste to Latin American girls.
When tasting it, one can't help but recaIl the art created by this country.
Like a white marble statue, the lines of the muscles are so beautiful that he wants to sigh "You are so beautiful"
He also plays and sings first-rate, and his rich chest resonance expresses the melody very accurately and deeply.
But forget about the married Italian lady.
For others, it is a coveted prize, offering the pleasure of breaking taboos while also creating a simple, uncomplicated relationship.
But it wasn't that simple for Rowan.
With extensive experience as a hands ome guy, he knows his own appeal very welI.
It's not easy to be a handsome guy!
Compared to the real Monica, the copy of Monica is better. Though it doesn't mean that if given the chance he won't drink the tea she brings to him.
"Anyway."
Rowan was brought back to his senses from his Latin tea by his uncle's words: "Service is a supreme art."
"God is the first servant."
The uncle smiled and straightened Rowan's collar, then picked up the champagne and shook it between his hands "However, God serves mankind, but he is not a slave to mankind, so what should be refused must be refused."
Shake the champagne bottle and then open it.
"I can see that you put your heart into it. Now you just have to do what you learned. Be serious, accurate, careful, and silent."
The cork flew out of the bottle and a lot of foam gushed out.
Rowan picked up the cup in tacit understanding.
Soon, the glass was filled to the brim with champagne.
The uncle put the bottle aside, raised t lhe full champagne glass and smiled: "Salute"
"Salute."