Soon, a lavishly dressed waiter wheeled over the appetizers on a copper cart—
Ruddy Lamb and Cracked Wheat Soup, along with golden-brown Oysters covered in minced garlic.
Walsh eagerly introduced the dishes to his cousin and his wife. "These are all the most fashionable dishes at Versailles Palace. Chorba Soup from North Africa, with a slight kick. And the most popular Crown Prince Oysters—the taste truly is a gift from God."
The former Imperial Chef's skill was absolutely flawless. After only a few bites, Broad was nearly forgetting even basic etiquette, his knife and fork practically leaving afterimages. Beside him, his wife kept coughing softly to remind him to mind himself.
The next course was Roasted Pigeon and Spanish Almond Cream Pastry, followed by Nut and Chocolate Ice Cream for dessert.
"Apparently, this is Crown Prince's favorite dessert. He eats three portions of it almost every day."
After his cousin had finished eating, Walsh tipped the waiter 5 Francs, an amount that made Broad's heart ache. Well, if he had known that the meal itself cost as much as 180 Francs, he probably would not have been able to stop himself from shouting.
Once the group boarded the carriage, Walsh pointed at the brightly lit street not far away and winked at Broad.
"All right, now let us begin the real entertainment. I guarantee you will like it."
Thinking his cousin was taking him to experience some "unmentionable" entertainment, Broad hurriedly signaled toward the two ladies seated opposite them and whispered, "Ahem, should we not take them home first?"
"Home?" Walsh shook his head. "They will have their fun, and we will go to another shop."
Broad's eyes widened at once. There was only one thought in his mind: *The French really knew how to play wild. But if this