Song Meng still listened to Chen Dongcheng's words and asked the flight attendant for some snacks.
Otherwise, the main meal will not be eaten and everyone will faint from hunger.
Although this British Airways aircraft is a bit old, it still spent a lot of money to renovate the first class cabin.
This seat can lie flat at 180°, even a man with a height of two meters can lie down very comfortably.
Looking at the 30,000-foot sky through the porthole window will make you feel better.
At this time, the flight attendant came over.
After speaking a few words in simple English, he lowered the porthole visor for Chen Dongcheng.
Chen Dongcheng's original English level was only average.
However, with the master-level English (7%) copied from Xie Jingyu, he can now communicate with the flight attendants with ease.
"Sir, I need to help you lay the table and place the utensils."
"Thanks."
Chen Dongcheng smiled and pointed at Song Meng: "My girlfriend is hungry now. Please give her priority."
"certainly."
The British stewardess smiled and praised: "Your English is very good. I think you must have studied in the UK before, and you have a very authentic London accent."
Chen Dongcheng smiled and nodded, thinking that it was a London accent, but it was not me who studied abroad.
Song Meng looked at Chen Dongcheng and the stewardess communicating in English, with special admiration in her eyes.
As a poor student, she still admires boys who are good at studying.
Of course, there is no such thing as admiration.
The stewardess helped Chen Dongcheng lay the table and set the tableware, and then came to Song Meng to provide the same service.
When the food was served, the flight attendant followed Chen Dongcheng's instructions and served Song Meng first.
Several other first-class passengers were also very gentlemen.
No one would mind serving a lady first.
"Wow, this is a good appetizer."
Song Meng tasted the silky mushroom soup with crème fraîche brought by the stewardess.
This dish is a dish that particularly interests her.
"You will get tired if you drink too much of this," Chen Dongcheng reminded.
"knew."
Song Meng took a few sips, and then the stewardess brought over the main course.
The West Lake vinegar-coated cod and fungus-roasted bran with egg fried rice made Song Meng's appetite whet her appetite.
"tasty."
Song Meng took a sip and was surprised to quickly eliminate these two things.
Seeing Chen Dongcheng cutting steak next to him, he leaned over and opened his mouth: "I want to eat steak."
The main dish Chen Dongcheng chose was beef. Although the price was different, the beef was still very soft and tender.
Cut off a small piece and fed it.
"How about another piece."
Song Meng licked her tongue, not eating enough.
Chen Dongcheng simply handed his portion to Song Meng and motioned to the flight attendant for another portion.
This requirement for the first class cabin can still be met, and the portion of beef provided is very small.
What Chen Dongcheng prefers to eat is tomahawk steak, which tastes great and has a generous portion.
In the UK, there are many Western restaurants that can meet Chen Dongcheng's requirements.
The dessert Chen Dongcheng ordered was hazelnut lemon pulp chocolate and a pot of mint tea.
Song Meng ordered vanilla ice cream for dessert, and after eating it, she was eager for Chen Dongcheng's piece of chocolate.
Chen Dongcheng took a few bites and handed over the half-remaining chocolate.
Song Meng finished half of this meal and got up to move around again.
I ran to the airplane galley and got some self-service fruit.
Chen Dongcheng was already drinking mint tea comfortably.
After opening the porthole visor and admiring the aerial view, I took my toiletry bag and went to the bathroom.
When Chen Dongcheng returned to his seat, the stewardess had already helped make the bed.
Chen Dongcheng smiled and gestured to express his gratitude.
Song Meng has already put on noise-canceling headphones and is watching Korean dramas with peace of mind.
"I'm sleepy, let's go to bed first."
Chen Dongcheng said hello to Song Meng, and Song Meng took off her headphones and nodded.
"I know, I watched a TV series and then fell asleep."
The almost eleven-hour flight was still very long.
Chen Dongcheng changed into pajamas. The pajamas provided on the plane were of good quality.
Listening to soothing music, you gradually fall into sleep.
After sleeping for five hours, Chen Dongcheng woke up.
He glanced at Song Meng who was sleeping soundly next to him and seemed to be muttering something.
This girl, she doesn’t keep mumbling to herself in her dreams, right?
Chen Dongcheng thought for a while and couldn't help but laugh when he saw Song Meng's sweet smile from time to time.
Song Meng is like Chen Dongcheng's pistachio, irreplaceable in his heart.
Calling the stewardess, Chen Dongcheng signaled the stewardess to prepare the meal.
I took my toiletry bag to the bathroom and washed my face.
When I returned to my seat, the flight attendant had already put away the quilt and adjusted the seat to suit Chen Dongcheng's posture.
The dining table has been laid out, and the champagne has been poured, and it was placed quietly in front of Chen Dongcheng.
"Thank you, you deserve it."
Chen Dongcheng took out 500 pounds and handed it to the flight attendant who was serving.
The stewardess was obviously taken aback, but quickly reacted and thanked Chen Dongcheng: "Thank you for your generosity. Do you need any other services?"
Chen Dongcheng pointed at Song Meng and shook his head with a smile.
The stewardess obviously misunderstood and whispered: "We can go to the bathroom. I think first class will be very safe at this time."
"No no no."
Chen Dongcheng waved his hand quickly, and the stewardess was a little disappointed.
But he quickly adjusted his mood and brought over the dishes Chen Dongcheng ordered with a smile.
What made Chen Dongcheng most interesting was that the stewardess also asked Chen Dongcheng if he was interested in his underwear.
Of course Chen Dongcheng refused.
This phenomenon does exist, and even Chen Dongcheng has seen the news before.
In order to alleviate their financial difficulties, many British flight attendants supplement their income by selling old work clothes.
Although stewardesses look glamorous, their lives are actually not that moist.
Some flight attendants even have to sleep in their cars because they simply cannot afford hotels or staff dormitories near the airport.
This is a very sad thing, and naturally it makes many flight attendants think wrongly.
Thinking about the flight attendant's messy gossip, Chen Dongcheng also finished his meal, which was regarded as the last meal of the dinner.
Song Meng also woke up and looked at Chen Dongcheng drowsily: "Aren't you here yet?"
"We'll be there in about two or three hours."
Chen Dongcheng pointed to the toiletry bag: "You go to the bathroom, I will help you order."
"good."
As soon as Song Meng heard that there was food, she immediately woke up, took her toiletry bag and went to the bathroom.
The flight attendant quickly came over to help clean it up, I don’t know whether it was intentional or not.
The flight attendant's white shirt was cut low, and when she was making Song Meng's bed, she happened to be sitting on her knees under the partition.
As long as Chen Dongcheng turns his head slightly, he can see clearly.
Women in Europe and the United States are more open-minded than Chinese people, and Chen Dongcheng has known this for a long time.
However, I still find it a bit interesting to experience it in real life.
The flight attendant also saw Chen Dongcheng's generous spending, so she deliberately sent a signal.
Unfortunately, Chen Dongcheng had no intention of receiving the signal.
When Song Meng came back, dinner had been placed on the table and she was full.
After taking a short rest and watching TV series for a few hours, the plane landed.
There is a time difference between London and the capital, and the stewardess has helped adjust the time.
Especially when he saw Patek Philippe, Chen Dongcheng saw regret and regret in the eyes of the British stewardess.
The flight attendant who was unwilling to give up stuffed a note into Chen Dongcheng's clothes.
When Chen Dongcheng got off the plane, he threw it in the trash can.
Song Meng also saw it and felt a little bit more happy in her heart.
Fortunately, I followed him, otherwise I might have been succeeded by those charming people.
Although there are fast-passing privileges, there are too many people at Heathrow Airport.
Even if I pass quickly, it takes almost an hour.
However, when he saw the surging crowds in other aisles, Chen Dongcheng realized how affordable the high-end cabin privileges of fast passage are.
If you don't pass quickly, it may take three to four hours.
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The hotel we booked is called Corinthia, located in White House Palace, the political capital of London.
Originally, Xie Jingyu planned to book a Whitehall penthouse suite for Chen Dongcheng.
The price is not cheap either, it costs 30,000 per night including tax.
Chen Dongcheng read the hotel's introduction and found that the top room in his house was the presidential suite.
This is the suite where serious presidents have stayed.
The price per night is also prohibitively expensive. The price of 200,000 per night is the highest among all the suites Chen Dongcheng has seen so far.
Spending money means upgrading, and Chen Dongcheng doesn't want to save some money and wrong himself.
I still have nearly 100 million in my bank card. Isn’t it normal to spend some money to stay in the presidential suite?
Not to mention walking around with Song Meng, walking 20,000 steps a day, and easily earning money for the room.
As for time, Chen Dongcheng chose to stay for three nights.
The Corinthia Hotel sent a luxurious motorcade to greet him, and the motorcade consisting of three Rolls-Royces was particularly eye-catching.
After seeing the hotel staff holding up their names, Chen Dongcheng and the others confirmed the information.
Luggage will be handled by dedicated hotel staff.
A convoy of three Rolls-Royces slowly drove into central London and arrived at Corinthia Mansion.
The hotel doorman trotted over and opened the car door with a smile.
Chen Dongcheng looked at this Victorian building that perfectly blends classicism and fashion.
The butler in the presidential suite has provided meticulous service from the moment Chen Dongcheng and others entered the hotel.
There is no check-in procedure, you can take the exclusive elevator directly to the luxury suite on the top floor.
Martin Leighton, the chief butler of the presidential suite, has a slight stubble.
Wearing a tuxedo, the smile on his face is always so warm.
"Uncle Layton smiles so warmly." Song Meng murmured in a low voice.
Chen Dongcheng was noncommittal. If he didn't laugh warmly at the 200,000 yuan room fee, Chen Dongcheng would have to give a bad review.
The Corinthia Presidential Suite includes four bedrooms, a dining room that can accommodate 10 people, and a large bar stocked with champagne.
There is also a luxurious bathroom decorated with marble and onyx.
The environment is very nice, even the marbles were searched for for several months by a special person sent to Italy.
Each piece of marble has its own unique number.
"Mr. Chen, in the next three days, I will lead my team to serve you. The hotel can provide Rolls-Royce, Bentley, and Maybach for the convenience of your driver and secretary. Of course, you can also choose our hotel
driver."
The prices of luxury cars such as Rolls-Royce abroad are not as expensive as in China.
It is also natural to provide these luxury cars to the distinguished presidential suite guests.
But if you change to the duplex suites that Xie Jingyu first recommended, you may face problems such as fees.