My Life Can Hang

"Okay, sir."

The saleswoman hurriedly walked over with a smile, they liked this kind of rich man who didn't even care about the price.

After picking for a while, when she came back, the saleswoman was holding a crimson handbag.

"Sir, I think this is especially suitable for your girlfriend, your girlfriend's skin is very white.

The crimson handbag just matched her skin.

This bag is the designer's inspiration for the closure of our classic perfume bottle..."

Barabara introduced a bunch of them, and Chen Dongcheng was just looking at Li Xingyao.

Li Xingyao was a little embarrassed to see Chen Dongcheng, and Bai Nen's face was flushed.

But this handbag really goes well with this black dress.

After all, Li Xingyao is still a college student, and the crimson is a bit pink, which just fits her temperament and identity.

"Okay, wrap this set first, and then choose a set."

Chen Dongcheng made a direct decision, and the female salesman said that those routines were nothing more than hoping that Chen Dongcheng would not mind the price.

It just so happens that when Chen Dongcheng buys things, he always only looks at the likes, not the price.

Just as Li Xingyao was about to speak, she saw Chen Dongcheng's eyes that could not be rejected, and pouted in grievance.

Beauty embryo is like this, no matter how the clerk chooses.

It can perfectly wear clothes with a different temperament from ordinary people.

In the end, I chose a black T-shirt and a beaded gauze skirt, and Chen Dongcheng was satisfied to pay by credit card.

After spending a total of [-] yuan, the store manager sent a set of Dior lipsticks, which contained five different shades of lipsticks.

The price is not too expensive, less than two thousand.

But Chen Dongcheng is still very satisfied with this feeling, and Li Xingyao is even more happy.

Chen Dongcheng also found that Li Xingyao was a bit of a collector, and he couldn't put it down and played with the five lipsticks in the box.

"Where are we going next?"

It took Li Xingyao a long time to put the lipstick set into the shopping bag, and asked Chen Dongcheng's arm.

"You're almost done buying clothes. I'll take you to a fun place."

Chen Dongcheng took Li Xingyao to the InterContinental Hotel in OCT.

After parking the Lamborghini, Chen Dongcheng was about to open the door and get out of the car when he saw Li Xingyao sitting on the seat with her head lowered.

"Come on, what are you thinking?"

"My aunt hasn't left yet."

Chen Dongcheng couldn't help but laugh, and lightly flicked Li Xingyao's forehead with a smile.

"Little fool, today is just to take you to enjoy and go."

"Oh."

Li Xingyao blushed and quickly opened the car door.

Went to Chen Dongcheng's side and took his arm.

Walking into the hotel, all kinds of sculptures with cows as elements are dizzying.

The whole hotel is in Spanish style. The circular dome is the epitome of the Spanish bullfighting square, which seems to convey a warm and unrestrained temperament.

Li Xingyao came to the hotel only once, but this InterContinental Hotel was obviously different from the Langham in the East China Sea.

InterContinental Hotel is quite famous in Pengcheng, and there are many people waiting to check in.

Chen Dongcheng walked to the front desk and said directly, "My surname is Chen, and I have reserved the presidential suite for today."

"Mr. Chen, hello, please come with me here."

The girl at the front desk was busy helping customers check in, and she immediately made an inviting gesture in a respectful tone.

"What do you mean, we are a bunch of people here, why should we serve him first?"

A middle-aged man who was in line shouted to the girl at the front desk in dissatisfaction.

The girl at the front desk smiled unchanged: "Sir, this VIP booked the presidential suite of our hotel. Our hotel stipulates that the VIP service of the presidential suite must be given priority. Please forgive me for the inconvenience caused to you."

"Grass, it's amazing to have money!"

The middle-aged man grumbled angrily, but he still queued up honestly.

If he is rich, the middle-aged man has to slap his ID card on the chest of the girl at the front desk and shout that he will also open a room for Lao Tzu.

Ma Dan, stop queuing if you don't have money, rich people have privileges.

The girl at the front desk took Chen Dongcheng and the others to the exclusive elevator of the presidential suite and motioned Chen Dongcheng and Li Xingyao to wait a moment.

"Ding!"

The elevator rang, and a handsome male greeter came out, dressed similar to the previous Jerry.

"Mr. Chen, welcome to the Presidential Suite of the InterContinental Hotel. I am your personal butler. My name is Sean."

Chen Dongcheng nodded lightly and looked at the man with eyes to welcome the guest.

He is tall and straight, with a gentle smile, and his demeanor and service enthusiasm are no worse than that of Jerry from Donghai Langham.

The InterContinental Hotel has only eight floors, and the Presidential Suite is undoubtedly on the highest eight floors, covering an area of ​​688 square meters.

As the hidden mahogany sliding doors opened one after another, Li Xingyao couldn't help exclaiming.

Chen Dongcheng looked around and found that the living room was taking the retro European route.

Even the softness of the sofa in the presidential suite is specially designed to be ergonomic.

After listening to Sean's introduction, Chen Dongcheng glanced at the crystal lamp on the top of the living room, which cost 20.

"Mr. Chen, I will handle your check-in in a while. Do you need a chef to cook for you now?"

Sean asked with a slight bow.

"Well, yes."

Sean took the menus of several restaurants in the hotel and introduced: "Mr. Chen, we have several restaurants in the InterContinental Hotel, French, Thai, Chinese, you can choose at will.

We will contact the chefs of these restaurants to personally come to the private kitchen of the Presidential Suite to prepare the dinner for you. "

Chen Dongcheng glanced at the menu and asked Li Xingyao's opinion: "What do you want to eat?"

"French food, I heard Naixin's French food is very romantic."

"Okay, then French food."

Sean took the menu and said with a smile, "I'll contact you right away."

Chen Dongcheng just watched TV with his arms around Li Xingyao, Sean had already dealt with it, and walked into the living room with a middle-aged white man.

"Mr. Chen, this is the food and beverage director and executive chef of our InterContinental Hotel, Mr. Wen Jiande."

Chen Dongcheng was stunned for a moment, but he shook hands with the other party without breaking the rules.

It's nice to have a white man with a Chinese name.

Wen Jiande was very enthusiastic, and Chen Dongcheng also chatted with the other party for a while.

Wen Jiande wanted to know some taboos of Chen Dongcheng and Li Xingyao.

Having memorized everything, Wen De walked into the kitchen equipped with the presidential suite with several other assistants.

Chen Dongcheng and Li Xingyao just need to wait quietly and enjoy it.

After a while, Sean came over with a bottle of Paris-Flower champagne.

"Mr. Chen, Chef Wen specially gave it to you, I hope you like it."

Chen Dongcheng glanced at the kitchen and nodded: "Help me put it in the ice bucket."

"Ok."

A bottle of Champagne of the Flower of Paris is not expensive, only more than [-], but Chen Dongcheng is particularly satisfied with this intention.

Customers of the Presidential Suite are naturally worth seeing and meeting with an executive chef like De. A bottle of champagne is a trifle.

Li Xingyao didn't understand, but thought that Chen Dongcheng was very powerful, and there were little stars in his eyes when he looked at Chen Dongcheng.

Chen Dongcheng knows this very well. If it weren't for opening a presidential suite, executive chefs like these would be too lazy to fuck you.

Having the ability to make money is really good.

Chapter 76. 076, still too simple

The kitchen of the presidential suite smelled from time to time, Li Xingyao looked over curiously, and saw that De smiled and welcomed it.

Even in the restaurant downstairs, the process of hearing De's cooking is completely visible to the restaurant's diners.

Clean, hygienic and delicious are the secrets for Wen Jiande to make PIPETTE one of the top restaurants in Pengcheng.

As for Wen Jiande's cooking skills, the oversized Tomahawk steak was brought to the table.

The sommelier standing by the side poured the chilled champagne into the glasses of the two with great discernment.

"Mr. Chen, this Tomahawk steak is best medium rare, I think you will like it."

Wen Jiande said very confidently.

Chen Dongcheng was aroused by curiosity. He had eaten Tomahawk steak with Song Meng and the others before, and the taste was okay.

After being grilled at high temperature, the Tomahawk steak made by Wen Jian De is slightly burnt on the outside, and the medium-cooked beef inside is soft and juicy.

Chen Dongcheng can clearly feel that the beef after deacidification is more tender.

He forked a piece and put it into his mouth, and Chen Dongcheng gave Wen Jiande a thumbs up in surprise.

"It's very good, especially the garnish of lemon salt and black truffle salt. I'm particularly satisfied with the unique aroma that the salt and the meat collide with."