It's not that he has any other ideas.

As a super foodie, being able to see all kinds of delicacies is the greatest happiness.

What's more, Isabella's meaning is that these people are the top young people in several countries.

Moreover, being able to observe these elite cooking techniques is the biggest gain for him.

Qian Chen began to look forward to the start of the tea party.

Lincoln made a long turn and finally stopped next to a huge temple.

The maid got out of the car and opened the car door for them, then stood beside the car with his eyebrows down.

As we can see from various details, the personal maids of large families, especially princes and noble families, have been trained since childhood. Every move must be made to allow their masters to enjoy the best service. At the same time, loyalty is absolutely reliable, and even reassure the masters more than some distant relatives.

Such a maid is really a real lady!

Unfortunately, this can only be Qian Chen’s dream. Even if he becomes a boss in the future, it will take at least three generations to cultivate such an excellent maid.

The biggest difference between wealthy families and nouveau riche is their foundation. There is no way to take advantage of this, and they can only rely on long-term accumulation.

After getting off the car, Qian Chen carefully looked at the huge divine palace in front of him.

The brick walls are covered with moss, and the exquisite stone sculptures have almost smoothed their marks under the erosion of time. Lush bamboo stretches across the wall, and the breeze blows by and makes a rustling sound.

There is only a road that only two cars can run parallel. On the right is a bustling city with tall buildings and bustling traffic. On the other side is a dense bamboo forest, towering ancient trees, and ancient temples. Torii is hidden in the lush greenery.

This is the largest green space in Tokyo.

In the middle of the bustling city, there is such a lush vegetation, just like a pure land on earth in the glitzy world.

Millions of tourists visit each year.

However, the only thing that appeared in Qian Chen's eyes was quiet and peaceful, which was inconsistent with its title of Tokyo's number one and Japan's number one.

Qian Chen was looking around curiously, and Isabella seemed to see his doubts, and a smile appeared in the holy green pupils.

"Stop looking, this is the side door of Meiji Shrine, and it is not open to ordinary tourists."

Qian Chen nodded thoughtfully.

Under the leadership of Isabella, Qian Chen followed her steps into this famous royal palace.

As expected, this place was not open to ordinary tourists. They walked for about ten minutes, and no one was seen except the person who led the way. Instead, they saw a lot of spiritual positions of emperors of all dynasties.

By the way, this witch girl Qian Chen had met at the chicken fried competition with a different style than others.

When she walked out of the depths of the bamboo forest, Qian Chen thought that the fairy in the painting had broken the limitations of the dimension and descended to the mortal world.

The ancient temple, the quiet bamboo forest, and the cherry blossom petals falling in the wind are the perfect place that matches the style of the witch girl.

When we met again, the witch girl seemed to know everything, without any surprise expression.

Qian Chen speculated that this witch girl, as one of the relevant personnel of the Japanese side, might have known that he was going to attend the tea party for a long time.

So, what kind of force will she be?

He is definitely not a conservative person in the Japanese cuisine industry. This faction has the deepest prejudice against him. If he has the chance, they will definitely rush themselves without hesitation!

The only thing Qian Chen can confirm is that the Japanese cuisine industry is far from the only three conservatives, innovative people and neutral people. The relationship between forces is complicated, and the Japanese cuisine industry is much deeper than he imagined.

This is just the Japanese cuisine industry that has never appeared in the king of heaven. The situation in the four major cuisines representing countries is probably even more complicated.

Not to mention the distant World War II fifty years ago, it was because of the disagreement of the ideas of several kings of the Celestial Empire, who fought intrigues with each other, and factions attacked each other, which led to a sharp reduction in national strength, which allowed the small island countries to see the opportunity and attempt to invade the Central Plains.

Although the Japanese invasion ended in being beaten and became a laughing stock, it undoubtedly shows the complexity of the internal situation of the Celestial Empire from the side.

Qian Chen's mother country has a water depth of thousands of times that of Japan. If Japan is compared to a deep pool, then the Celestial Empire is the sea.

With Qian Chen's small body, he returned to China rashly, but he was afraid that he would not even splash, so he might be slapped by someone.

Even if he wanted to return to China, Qian Chen would not want to be a stray dog ​​with his tail between his legs.

When he returns to his country, he must be the chess player, rather than the chess piece that goes with the flow.

So Qian Chen decided not to return to China without becoming the Heavenly King.

He is determined to be the King of Shilipo!

While Qian Chen was thinking, everyone turned over a bamboo forest in a while, their eyes lit up and they suddenly became clear.

The two cherry blossom trees are constantly scattering pink snow under the caress of the breeze.

A delicate and compact, old bamboo pavilion is located in the middle of the flowers.

Mountain cherry, roses, orchids, wisteria...there are thousands of colorful flowers fighting each other.

Qian Chen found that they seemed to be coming a little late.

There are already all kinds of people here.

The blonde Italians, the silver-haired Germans, and even the brown-skinned Indians were like the National Assembly, which opened Qian Chen's eyes.

Outside the bamboo pavilion are several dining tables covered with white silk, with all kinds of wine, drinks and desserts on them.

And in the small pavilion were three men and three women, six figures with different appearances.

One is wearing pure white inlaid with gold silk patterns, with long silver-white hair hanging down to her waist, her face as delicate as a doll, her blood-red pupils, a rich figure, and full of the charm of a wife, but her every frown and smile is as innocent as a child.

On her left hand was a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of face, an unshaven beard, a hedgehog head, a black gray windbreaker, black hair and black eyes with obvious Asian characteristics.

The middle-aged man looked very decadent, but his eyes were filled with pity when he looked at the young woman beside him.

On the right hand of the young woman was a girl with silvery white and long hips, but with a fairy tale-like temperament like an ice and snow elf.

It was clearly early spring and the temperature was slightly cold, but she seemed to have just come from the ice and snow, wrapped tightly all over her body, wearing a thick blue and white princess dress and a marten cloak.

She has a delicate and compact face as carved as jade, and milky white skin. Her right eye is covered by her hair, revealing her left eye like ice crystals.
Chapter completed!