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.
To be continued...