The two little princesses really were beauties in the making.
When they grew up, they were definitely going to be top-tier Spanish beauties.
The Queen looked at her two daughters’ excitement and could only arrange for Delsen to take care of security.
Fortunately, the Spanish Royal Family was generally quite close to the people and often appeared among the public. Although the two daughters carried Royal Family status at school, they usually didn’t attract big crowds, so the security pressure was relatively low.
But in fact, they really didn’t need to worry at all.
Luofeng’s travel security was even higher than that of their Royal Family.
....
They soon arrived at the Asia-Pacific Night Market, and sure enough, there were loads of Asian-style snacks here.
There were not only Sakura-style sushi shops and fry shops, but also kimchi-style grilled cold noodles and stir-fried rice cakes and so on.
Luofeng even saw A-san flying pancakes.
But no matter how Luofeng looked at it, the owner of this flying pancake shop seemed to be a Daxia People, not any A-san.
So, Daxia People had successfully stolen A-san’s business?
Luofeng and the King were walking side by side in front when the King asked, "Mr. Luo, what do you think of our Asia-Pacific Night Market here?"
"It’s really good!" Luofeng said.
Luofeng honestly hadn’t expected that over here in Spain there would actually be an Asian food street.
Of course, the mainstream was naturally more Daxia style.
After all, the biggest country in Asia was Daxia.
For example, Hot Pot skewers, barbecue shops, roast duck and so on—aren’t they all Daxia style?
Although he didn’t know whether the taste was authentic, the prices looked very delightful.
That "delightful" part was for the merchants, not the customers.
Take roast duck, for example. In Daxia, the cheapest roast duck costs a bit over thirty yuan a bird, right?
But here, the price of roast duck actually went up to 400 yuan a bird.
Faced with this price, Luofeng didn’t even know how to comment.
The key thing was, the roast duck here was baked in an electric oven.
It completely lost the essence of charcoal roasting.
Luofeng figured that these kinds of Daxia snack shops were probably only aimed at Spanish people.
Anyway, there was absolutely no way he was going to eat there.
"Mr. Luo, look, isn’t that over there your Capital City bittern flapjack?" Leonore pointed at a stall ahead and asked.
Luofeng had just been about to answer when he sensed a faint trace of danger.
The Danger Prediction Card had sounded the alert.
Through the prompts of the Danger Prediction Card, Luofeng knew that this time the danger wasn’t aimed at him, but at their Royal Family.
So, as expected of the Royal Family—no matter where they went, the danger level was always so high?
Luofeng thought to himself, could it be some criminals? Trying to threaten Royal Family members?
If that really was the case...
Luofeng’s lips curled into a smile; then it’d be time for a hero saving the beauty moment.
Because Zhongyi Tang had bought a batch of advanced equipment from Tsarist Russia, ordinary criminals were no match at all.
Although Luofeng’s Fengshun Investment had repeatedly failed in its cooperation with Tsarist Russia, Zhongyi Tang’s cooperation with Tsarist Russia, on the other hand, had been smooth sailing.
Tsarist Russia liked Zhongyi Tang better: cash in one hand, goods in the other, everyone settled up cleanly.
As for cooperating with Fengshun Investment?
Tsarist Russia felt Fengshun Investment was too crafty and would be up to no good.
After all, Fengshun Investment’s reputation really was a bit...
Fine, the main thing was they’d screwed over a lot of companies internationally.
But basically they were all foreign ones.
"That really is a bittern flapjack shop!" Luofeng said.
"I want to try it!" Leonore said.
Luofeng refused, "Your mom doesn’t allow it!"
Leonore showed a helplessly angry expression. As a member of the Royal Family, for safety reasons she was forbidden to eat outside food, to avoid food poisoning.


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