In a large restaurant like a palace—

The surroundings were quiet, and there were more than twenty servants wearing the costumes of Russian noble servants. They were respectful and stood on both sides, with a long and huge dining table in the middle.

On the huge dining table, silver metal candlesticks are placed.

The white candle is as thick as a child's arm. At this moment, it is shaking with dazzling light, reflecting the delicious dishes on the dining table - jam black tea, cream tea, Russian tea cakes, Kiev chicken, mushroom soup, borscht, steamed mountain water eggs in caviar, etc.

Russians like sour, sweet, spicy and salty dishes. Therefore, in cooking, sour cream, milk residue, lemon, chili, sour cucumber, onion, white pagoda oil, cucumber, bay leaves are often used as seasonings.

As for the most expensive main dish on the table this time, it is caviar. Russian caviar is divided into red caviar and black caviar. The most precious one is black caviar. There are some specialties in eating caviar, and you cannot use a metal spoon, because the Russians say this will destroy the aroma of caviar. The most authentic way to eat in Russia is to use shells as a spoon and put it in the mouth directly.

At this moment, General Yorke had not yet come out. Eva, wearing a Russian-style brown and yellow floral dress, sat at the dining table with her child, Alexander, and was feeding Alexander caviar with a shell spoon.

Song Zhichao changed into casual clothes and walked over. He had a white shirt on his upper body and spacious black trousers on his lower body, which looked neat and capable.

Song Zhichao glanced at the huge dining table and did not find an empty seat to sit down. Instead, he walked straight over and sat next to Alexander.

Little Alexander, who was eating caviar, felt someone sitting next to him, turned his head, black caviar dipped in the corner of his mouth, blinked his cute eyes, and looked at Song Zhichao curiously.

Song Zhichao smiled at him, picked up the table cloth on the dining table, and helped Little Alexander wipe the corner of his mouth.

Little Alexander laughed loudly, giggling, not recognizing Song Zhichao at all.

Looking at the child's innocent and romantic smile, Song Zhichao was full of bitterness. After two years, he didn't even know that there was a child.

Song Zhichao was an orphan in his previous life. For him, the bitterest thing in his previous life was that he didn’t know who his biological parents were, and he didn’t know what fatherly love and maternal love were. The only thing he was good to him was the old dean of the orphanage and the old aunt who cooked in the kitchen.

Many times, Song Zhichao would guard the door of the orphanage, watch the children picked up from the orphanage by their biological parents, as well as the adopted and adopted children, watch them happily leave the orphanage with toys in their hands, walk towards the embrace of their "parents" and move towards a new life.

One year has passed, two years has passed, and three years has passed.

He could still be at the door, looking at the other children with envy, shouting happily "Mom" and "Dad".

This scene made him envious, and he could only change his own father and mother in his dreams. When he woke up, his pillow was covered with wet tears.

Therefore, Song Zhichao understood the bitterness and sadness of losing his parents. At this moment, looking at his son Alexander, Song Zhichao's heart was filled with unspeakable love.

Next to him, Eva, who was feeding Little Alexander, seemed to understand Song Zhichao's thoughts very well, and then smiled and said to Little Alexander, "Call Dad." After that, she whispered to Song Zhichao.

Little Alexander was stunned for a moment, and seemed not to understand what the word meant. He just looked at Song Zhichao, then Eva, and finally stuffed his head into Eva's arms.

A trace of regret flashed on Song Zhichao's face. He was about to speak, but Eva picked up Little Alexander's face from her arms, then looked at his black and bright eyes and said, "He is your father, and he is also the one who loves you the most and loves you the most!"

Little Alexander was still very young and obviously didn't understand these words. However, when Eva's words heard it, Song Zhichao felt very sad.

Do you love it?

As a father, what have you done?

Have you ever hugged him?

Have you kissed him?

Or have you read the bedside story to him, washed his hands and feet?

None!

Unable to help, Song Zhichao reached out to touch Little Alexander's head. At this time, he coughed and General Yorke, who had changed his clothes, walked in from outside.

General Yorke wore a very traditional formal outfit - a knee-length pullover colored shirt and thin-legged pants, just about to wear a traditional Russian felt hat.

"Come on, dear Alexander, come to my side!" Yorke looked at Song Zhichao with dissatisfaction, and then said to the child with a kind face.

Obviously, Yorke is so nice to children that it can even be described as "spoiled". When he heard Yorke's call, little Alexander immediately slipped out of his mother Eva's arms, staggered his calves, spread his hands, and ran towards Old Yorke.

"Oh, my little baby!" Before Little Alexander could run to him, Yorke had already squatted down, picked him up, kissed the child's face and then, and pampered him very much.

It seemed that in order to deliberately anger Song Zhichao, General Yorke deliberately held Alexander little and sat far away, and sat directly opposite Song Zhichao.

Little Alexander pulled the beard on Yorke's mouth with his little hands and giggled. He usually had a bad temper. The tiger-like Yorke was not angry. He even used a knife and fork to make an apple and stuffed it to the child, saying that eating more fruit is good for the body.

Song Zhichao was amused and laughed at Yorke's demonstration performance, watching the cute child arching in his arms, and even a little jealous.

...

In a moment—

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of dishes.

"Okay, dear Song. This is a dinner I specially prepared for you. It is full of Russian-style delicacies. I don't know if it suits your taste?" Yorke put down his knife and fork, picked up a cup of vodka, and asked Song Zhichao while drinking it.

Song Zhichao picked up the napkin next to him, wiped his mouth, and said, "Thank you for your hospitality, I ate very well."

Yorke nodded and looked at the little Alexander who was snuggling back to Eva's arms. Alexander, who was dozing off, might have been a little tired of playing today.

"Eva, take him to bed. Children can only grow healthier if they have enough sleep," said Yorke.

Eva nodded, and the servant next to her stepped forward to help her pack some things. Eva was about to get up with the child in her arms, and at this time, a noise came from outside—

"Sir, you can't go in!"

"Sir, I haven't received any notification. Please stay!"

"Haha!" said an arrogant voice, "What else can I inform you? Yorkf and I are old friends! I heard that he has a good friend this time, so I will meet you too, and join in the fun!"
Chapter completed!