"Hello, are you Mr. Granger?"

The flight attendant showed a standard smile. Seeing Mr. Granger nodded, the smile on her face became a little more enthusiastic.

"Hello, it's like this. In order to thank you for your support to Air France, we have carried out an upgrade service for a few people, and helped you and your family be upgraded to first class. Please come with me."

"Hey! Do you Air France still have this service?"

Mr. Granger was stunned for a moment. The smile on the face of the flight attendant did not change, and she nodded, "Yes, congratulations, you are very lucky."

It was a rare opportunity, and Mr. Granger naturally would not refuse. He led his wife and daughter with a smile on his face, followed behind the flight attendant, and walked forward.

While walking, Mrs. Granger asked him, "Why did you upgrade us to first class for no reason?"

Mr. Granger explained wisely.

"It's okay, it's normal, you think, it's less than two hours from London to Paris, who would book first class in this situation.

So I think there must be no one in their first class. They are going to take off anyway, and it is empty. It is better to select some powerful passengers from the business class to sit there, just to promote it. "

The family of three stepped over the curtain between the business class and first class, and immediately discovered the benefits of a capital society.

Unlike the business class they have stayed in before, this Air France first class is another luxury experience.

Leather, suede, tweed, metal finishes... the four private suites in the sky are all that come together.

Each suite is separated by thick curtains. Bedside lamps, TVs, sofas, and lockers are all available. Compared with the previous business class, it is as small as a storage room.

Even Hermione, who was in a depressed mood, exclaimed excitedly when she saw this scene, and sat directly on the sofa.

The soft cushion made it feel like sitting on a cloud, and she found that the sofa could fall down at any time, turning it into a two-meter long bed.

Even if the journey is interrupted, people can enjoy a flight in their sleep.

Mr. Granger's family happily chose a seat to sit down, and Hermione deliberately chose a middle seat.

Then, a one-to-one flight attendant immediately stepped forward to ask them, helped them pull out the side plate, and handed them an exquisite menu for them to choose their lunch match for today's noon.

There are delicious dishes specially designed by the chefs of various well-known restaurants in France, using high-quality French ingredients in season.

Just by looking at the name, you can tell that it is very delicious. Mr. Granger even saw the prestigious Aquitaine Sturia brand special caviar, as well as various seafood and meat.

After choosing their favorite packages, the flight attendants naturally helped them set up beautiful white china tableware and served them wines made from the best grape varieties in France. Of course, as a child Hermione couldn't enjoy this.

Delicious food came one after another, salad, foie gras, caviar for the appetizer, lobster, beef tenderloin, roast pigeon for the main course, and desserts and soft drinks at the end, which made people's appetites open.

Hermione was no exception, he chose a roast pigeon with licorice sauce, with snow peas fried in mango pineapple sauce and olive oil.

The pigeon meat is roasted with crispy skin and smooth meat, and the juice is full. It is paired with a special sweet and sour sauce to appetize and relieve greasy, rich layers and very delicious.

But just as she was happily enjoying this meal in the air, the curtain on the side was pulled open with a "swipe" sound.

A playful voice came from the seat next to Hermione, "How is it? First-class dishes are delicious, right?"

The familiar voice made Hermione's eyes widen. She turned her head and saw that the person sitting next to her was Clark, who had been looking for it just now, but couldn't find it.

"So you're hiding here!"

Hermione shouted happily, and Clark quickly put his finger in front of his mouth, making a silent gesture.

"Shh, be quiet, and be careful that your father can hear you."

Hermione nodded sensible immediately and complained to him again.

"I was looking for you just now, and I thought you were not on this flight."

Clark smiled and leaned lazily on the sofa.

"First-class passengers can take a special car directly to the tarmac. You don't need to wait in line to board the plane in advance. Naturally, you won't be able to see me."

After he finished speaking, Hermione tasted the delicious food in her mouth, and immediately came back to her senses and looked at him suspiciously.

"Then... the matter of our family's upgrade was also done by you?"

She just finished asking, and Mr. Granger, who was tasting the delicious food in the aisle, just raised his head and was about to hand it to his daughter with a piece of beef on his fork.

"Come on, baby, try this, this beef cheek stew is really good. Your mother's cooking is like a shoe pad compared to this."

Just as he finished speaking, he saw the young man he had just met in the airport lobby sitting next to his daughter, chatting and laughing with her, and immediately exclaimed.

"Why are you here!"

"Hi! Mr. Granger, we meet again." Clark greeted him with a wave and explained.

"When I boarded the plane just now, I happened to see that you and I were on the same flight, and I happened to have some school-related matters to talk to Hermione about.

You know, it's inconvenient for ordinary people to hear what's going on on our side, so I made up my own mind and helped you upgrade the cabin. "

Clark's words made Mr. Granger blushed and his lips twitched. It took him a long time to say, "I'm so sorry, you're still a child, and the first class is not cheap, or I'll pay you the difference."

Mr. Granger's heart was naturally dripping blood. The first-class air ticket is much more expensive than the business class ticket~lightnovelpub.net~ Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that the beef cheeks on the plate were no longer fragrant. The sofa under the **** is not soft anymore.

Fortunately, Clark naturally won't let him pay to make up the difference. If he really wants to do that, he can't pretend.

So Clark directly rejected him with a tone of indifference.

"No, uncle, it's just a trivial matter. I have a centurion black and gold card from American Express, which can help fellow passengers to upgrade for free, so you don't have to take it to heart and enjoy this journey with peace of mind. ."

Mr. Granger had more to say, and Hermione hurriedly called: "Okay, Dad! Clark and I have serious business to talk about, so enjoy your lunch."

As she said that, she pulled the curtain in the middle with a "swipe" to cut off her father's sight.

"I've said what I should say, and I invited you to a meal in first class. You should also tell me, how did you know I was going to France?"

Clark looked at Hermione and asked the doubts in his heart, and Hermione's eyes were full of pride, like a brown-haired kitten who stole a salted fish.