True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

  Chapter 85 The chef went to celebrate Miss Ying Zijin’s birthday

   "Just this morning, the chef team just flew to Hua Guo." The lady at the counter apologized, "We really can't provide you with the chef's menu."

  Zhong Manhua resisted his anger and maintained his demeanor: "Then what about my reservation?"

   "That's it." The lady at the counter explained, "Because this incident happened suddenly, we didn't expect it. It was indeed the restaurant's responsibility."

  She was actually quite puzzled, and she didn't know which big person could get the whole team of chefs out.

  For restaurants like TheGordon Ramsay, even if they are going abroad, customers are willing to take a flight to taste it.

Adhering to the principle that the customer is God, the lady at the counter said with a smile: "However, when you make a reservation, the chef's menu is actually not available anymore, because the restaurant is also participating in TV food shows at this time. Time out."

   After a pause, she euphemistically said: "Look carefully again, what you have ordered is actually the second-level sous chef's menu."

  Hearing this sentence, Zhong Manhua was taken aback.

   Then she glanced at her phone and found that she really ordered the sous chef's menu.

   Suddenly, a great embarrassment came to his heart, his face flushed suddenly.

  Although the chef's menu and the sous-chef's menu are just one word difference, there is actually a big difference.

  The chef’s menu is prepared by the chef himself, and the ingredients are also top-notch.

   "I took a look, the guest you are still from Shanghai city, the chef team happened to go to Shanghai city, and will stay there for three days." The counter lady said again, "Why not, I will contact you?"

  Zhong Manhua was slightly startled: "Went to Shanghai?"

  She came to Ozhou not far away, but the chef went to Shanghai instead?

  "When you made the reservation, you said that you need a birthday cake. It should be a birthday cake, right?" The lady at the counter nodded, "The chef team also went to Shanghai to celebrate the birthday of a lady. It’s a coincidence."

Zhong Manhua is even more embarrassed.

  She wants to celebrate Xiaoxuan's birthday, and she has to book online two months in advance.

  Others celebrate their birthdays, but you can let the chef team fly.

  What is the gap?

  If it is the big giants in the Imperial Capital, it’s okay, but Shanghai?

  Zhong Manhua thought for a long time, but he didn't think of anyone with such a big shelf.

  In fact, she is not the only restaurant in TheGordon Ramsay. There are many Michelin three-star restaurants in O Zhou, which are well-known all over the world.

  But she didn’t come, it was totally different from being rejected.

  The latter is hitting her in the face.

"no need."

  Zhong Manhua has lost his appetite and has no face.

   After throwing down the three words in a hurry, he left with his bag.

  The lady at the counter was a little puzzled, but didn't say anything, and continued to receive other guests.

  **

  The next day.

  At noon, the students from Class 19 were invited to a small courtyard.

   Rockery and green water, the sound of birds and birds, and the breeze blowing over the trees.

  This is a property of Fu's family.

  The small courtyard is warm in winter and cool in summer. Although it is not big, it is considered a cultural relic in the old days. The location is excellent and the value is more than one billion.

   More than a dozen brothers and sisters of the Fu family have taken a fancy to this small courtyard. They have been fighting for a long time, but Father Fu has not spoken.

  But in the end, no one thought, Father Fu didn't say anything, even his son Fu Mingcheng passed over and was directly distributed to Fu Yunshen.

  This made the Fu family and the young masters of his generation jealous, but there was no other way but to secretly hate it.

  Fu Mingcheng also wanted to use his father's identity to let Fu Yunshen hand over this small courtyard, but he couldn't hold back that face.

  Especially, Mr. Fu is still alive, and there are some things that he can’t do so absolutely. The face must pass.

  There are two long tables in the middle of the courtyard, enough for fifty students to sit down.

  The table is covered with red silk cloth, and the wine glasses, plates, knives and forks are placed in front of everyone in turn.

  Lobster tail, white asparagus with white sauce and scallops, lamb shank stewed in spicy red wine, truffle chocolate...

   even comes with a few bottles of Romani Conti wine, the price of each bottle is more than 30,000 US dollars.

  Not only that, there are waiters in tuxedos waiting by the side, there is a kind of battle of the royal palace banquet in O State.

  Even Jiang Ran was shocked.

  It's not that he has never experienced it. In the Imperial Capital, he was fortunate enough to have a real Manchu Feast.

  But the question is, who would invite such high-end guests in the courtyard?

   "I want to take pictures, I want to post on Weibo." The younger brother took out his phone neatly, almost crying, "This is the first time I have eaten food from a Michelin three-star restaurant."

   Jiang burned his face.

  He looked at Fu Yunshen and snorted coldly.

  Shameless person who deceives people by face.

  He will not be fooled.

  "Brother Ran, don't you want to eat it?" The little brother ate really fragrantly. Seeing Jiang Ran motionless and greedy, "You don't want to eat it for me."

  He stretched out his hand to grab it, and was opened by Jiang Ran.

   "Go!" Jiang Ran's face was dark, "Who said I won't eat anymore? Mine is mine, and yours will be given to me."

  The little brother looked confused.

  When he reacted, his plates had already been taken away by Jiang Randuan.

  Brother: "..."

  He wants to cry.

  嬴子衿 propped his elbow to watch a group of silly children eat wildly, then turned his head back and looked at the man, with slightly raised eyebrows: "I'm very curious, who are you?"

   "Hmm--" Fu Yunshen groaned a little, "My brother is the kind of good-looking man who has money and can afford children."

   paused, then added two words slowly: "Good guy."

  "……"

  **

  As soon as March is over, the art festival is near.

  All classes have submitted their entries, and the student union will arrange them before submitting them to the art group.

  There are not many people participating in the elite class, because for them, learning is more important.

  Unless they are interested, they will not waste time on art festivals.

  So this time, Zhong Zhi’s participation in the evening party shocked many students in the elite class.

  Zhong Zhi participates in the evening, is it possible for others?

  Zhong Zhiwan did not hear these words and went to the student union office.

  There are many entries, which are divided into many categories such as calligraphy, traditional Chinese painting, oil painting, printmaking, etc. It is not an easy task to organize them. Several ministers and their staff are very busy.

  "Knowing the night." The head of the arts department said hello, and then he was busy again.

  Zhong Zhiwan asked intentionally or unintentionally: "Where is the calligraphy?"

   "It's over there, it's sorted out."

   "Well, let me see."

  Zhong Zhi turned over and shook his head before the evening.

  What is written here?

  A group of arty vulgar gadgets.

  She really shouldn’t have surrendered herself to participate in the festival just because Ying Zijin came to the competition.

  However, although these characters are not written very well, they are always better than Ying Ziying.

  People who come from a small county, where can they have any calligraphy?

  Zhong Zhiwan turned faster and faster, and more and more boring, until she saw an unfolded scroll.

   is a very simple poem.

   But the word is majestic, dragons and phoenix dance, three points into the woods.

  Zhong Zhiwan was taken aback, his eyes moved down, and he saw the name in the lower right corner.

  Her hand shrank suddenly, squeezing the scroll tightly.

  (End of this chapter)