Shenhao: Starting from the Military Training and Grabbing the Goddess Watermelon

　　"This is Xiaoxue's roommate, Song Qian."

　　"Jiang Han, Song Qian, this is Wang Yanran, the daughter of the owner of a private banquet in the palace."

　　"Just like me and Xiaoxue, just call you Sister Yanran."

　　At this time, Han Yu simply acted as the introducer in the middle.

　　Jiang Han and Song Qian are very generous.

　　He also got up and said something to Miss Yanran.

　　Wang Yanran didn't put on airs, and greeted Jiang Han and the two with a smile.

　　The daughter of the owner of the private banquet in the palace?

　　This is another rich second generation whose identity is not inferior to Han Yu and the others.

　　Jiang Han said silently in his heart.

　　Especially seeing Han Yu's restrained appearance in front of Wang Yanran.

　　For some reason, Jiang Han even felt that Wang Yanran's status seemed to be higher than that of Han Yu.

　　Mysterious feeling, but very real.

　　"Sister Yanran, haven't you been in the imperial capital all the time? Why did you come back suddenly?"

　　Han Muxue put one hand on Wang Yanran's arm and said.

　　"Do you know that my dad wants to open a family in the imperial capital?"

　　Wang Yanran seemed a little helpless: "But he wants me to manage."

　　"So I can only come back and see what's going on first."

　　"I just didn't expect it to be such a coincidence that I met you for dinner."

　　Han Muxue was also a little surprised when she heard Wang Yanran's words.

　　"Didn't Uncle Wang always agree to open other stores? He said he was afraid that the formula would be spread out."

　　"Yeah, but you know that too."

　　"My dad is only my daughter. If he really passed the private banquet of the palace into my hands, I'm afraid it will only slowly decline."

　　"So he thought about taking advantage of the fact that he can still teach disciples."

　　"Opening a few more stores will give me a way out."

　　Han Muxue nodded somewhat empathically.

　　"Actually, if I want to say, Uncle Wang should have had this idea long ago."

　　"After all, Uncle Wang's cooking is so delicious, and it will definitely be popular when you drive to the imperial capital."

　　Wang Yanran smiled and shook her head.

　　But he didn't answer the question.

　　"What do you want to eat? I'm going to offer food."

　　Han Muxue and Han Yu both looked at Jiang Han.

　　After all, Jiang Han paid for it.

　　Of course, Jiang Han came to order food.

　　Otherwise, it will not become a dove occupying a magpie's nest.

　　"Look at me? It's my first time here, you just order, I just pay."

　　Jiang Han said that he was helpless.

　　Not even a menu, how to order?

　　Wang Yanran seemed to see what Jiang Han was thinking.

　　He smiled and said, "Jiang Han, you probably don't know."

　　"There is no menu for our private banquet in the palace."

　　"Because they are all made together according to the package."

　　"And the main dishes in each private room are different."

　　"For example, Qingfeng Pavilion, the main theme is bamboo, with dishes..."

　　Wang Yanran briefly explained to Jiang Han.

　　At the end, he added another sentence: "It's your first time here, so I still recommend Cuizhu Huanghua."

　　"Then green bamboo and yellow flowers."

　　Jiang Han has no research on these.

　　After all, he had no chance to touch these before he got the system.

　　but it does not matter.

　　According to what Wang Yanran said.

　　There are a total of ten private rooms for the private banquet in the palace.

　　This means that there are a total of ten different styles of combination packages.

　　If this 'green bamboo and yellow flower' can satisfy him.

　　Will definitely come more often in the future.

　　And in the future, there is also a place to use the cashback card for food consumption.

　　"Don't worry, you won't be disappointed."

　　"If the food is not good for the price, isn't that smashing your own sign?"

　　Wang Yanran smiled and then greeted Han Muxue and Han Yu before turning around and leaving.

　　After Wang Yanran went out.

　　The atmosphere in the box just became relaxed.

　　Of course, it was mainly Han Yu who became more relaxed.

　　"How about Brother Xiaojiang, is Sister Yanran pretty enough?"

　　The parties are not here.

　　Han Yu also thought about joking.

　　"It's really beautiful."

　　Jiang Han nodded earnestly.

　　According to Jiang Han's standards.

　　Song Qian may be around ninety-one points.

　　And Wang Yanran can definitely reach the level of ninety-five points.

　　"If you think it's beautiful, you can try to pursue Sister Yanran."

　　"Sister Yanran has never talked about her boyfriend yet."

　　"Although she is a few years older than us, this age is when a woman is most beautiful."

　　"The most important thing is that if you can marry Sister Yanran, you will save decades of struggle!"

　　Han Yu smiled.

　　There was a smile that a man knew. .

Chapter 35

　　According to what Jiang Han learned.

　　Wang Yanran is the only child of the owner of the private banquet in the palace.

　　In the future, these things will definitely be passed on to Wang Yanran.

　　As for the private banquet in the palace, the value of just one old house is close to [-] million.

　　The annual flow is about [-] million.

　　Even if the cost is deducted, it is no problem to get [-] million in the end, right?

　　The catering industry is hugely profitable, not to mention a luxury restaurant that is worth [-] yuan per meal.

　　After so many years of operation, Jiang Han does not believe that the other party's assets are not much.

　　So Han Yu was right.

　　With Jiang Han's current income, if he can marry Wang Yanran, it is indeed a rhythm of less struggle for decades.

　　But do you really need it?

　　Jiang Han even went after Wang Yanran.

　　Just because I like it.

　　Instead of coveting Wang Yanran's future net worth.

　　It's boring, okay?

　　If Jiang Han has a wanton life system, he needs this method to obtain a life of a superior man.

　　I am afraid that not many people can really enjoy life.

　　But Wang Yanran is really pretty.

　　Jiang Han must admit this.

　　If ninety percent is one in ten thousand.

　　It is estimated that ninety-five points is one in tens of thousands, or even one in [-].