matter how bad the mood is, the family tradition will always last.
Surrounded by a team of escorts, the open carriage came to the’Tomahawk Restaurant’ on the side of the square of the Old Town Hall in Ruhr.
This restaurant opened with the birth of Ruhr City and has a history of hundreds of years. The bricks, tiles, tables and chairs in the restaurant are all antiques; every plate and plate in it is a microcosm of history .
The taste of the Tomahawk restaurant may not be the best in Ruhr.
But the price of Tomahawk restaurants is definitely the most expensive in Ruhr.
The typical soup in it is enough for ordinary people to go to a good restaurant and have a nice meal.
Carbon is in the Tomahawk restaurant… No, it is the Butcher family in the Tomahawk restaurant. In the most prominent center of the restaurant, there is a fixed reserved seat that is 西安夜网论坛 only used by the Butcher family.
Every three days, Carben, like the heads of the Butcher family, must come to the Tomahawk restaurant, sit on the most eye-catching table, and enjoy an expensive dinner.
The carriage stopped in front of the slightly stale door of the Tomahawk restaurant, and Carben got out of the carriage with his head high.
The heavy glass door opened silently in front of Carbon, and the owner of the Tomahawk restaurant generation with a bright smile welcomed Carbon into the restaurant respectfully.
Standing at the door of the restaurant, Kaben sullenly, Sen Leng’s eyes swept across the restaurant fiercely.
Then, his eyes lit up suddenly.
In the corner of the restaurant, in front of a grand piano, a slender and delicate girl with long hair, wearing a white skirt, 西安耍耍网 slender fingers beating on the piano keys like elves, music like gurgling streams Her fingertips flowed out.
Carben’s cold eyes became fierce. He stared at the girl deeply and said solemnly: “It’s my favorite style.”
The owner of the Tomahawk restaurant smiled brighter and brighter.
Immediately behind Card himself, his hair was slightly grey, and the perso