While they were chatting, Head Chef Zhang Jiawei came over to greet them. He was wearing the uniform of an executive chef, looking professional and elegant. He was also good-looking. No wonder he was often featured in gourmet magazines.
"Mr. Liu, are you satisfied?" Zhang Jiawei was surprised to see Liu Changan here. This person had always been someone Zhang Jiawei had to pay attention to. What Zhang Jiawei didn't understand was that since the Third Young Miss opened the car door for him, Liu Changan was selling rice noodles.
"They are all good, especially the raw beef. It feels like a pork head salad with cilantro." Liu Changan answered casually.
Zhang Jiawei's smile didn't fade. How could raw meat taste the same as cooked meat? Do you eat pork head raw?
"Mr. Head Chef, how do you know Liu Changan?" An Nuan asked curiously. As a girlfriend, of course, she would pay more attention to details related to her boyfriend. Although Zhang Jiawei asked about Liu Yuewang first and knew Liu Yuewang's surname, it was Liu Yuewang who had booked the seat and left his contact information.
"Our Third Young Miss and Mr. Liu are friends." Zhang Jiawei could only guess that they were friends because this beautiful and tall girl was sitting right next to Liu Changan. They were exuding a magnetic field of intimacy. Obviously, their relationship was not ordinary.
Zhang Jiawei didn't believe that if Liu Changan and the Third Young Miss were in a relationship, Liu Changan would dare to bring another girl to Bamboo Restaurant.
"Who is the Third Young Miss?" Liu Yuewang asked with concern.
Liu Changan didn't want to tell Liu Yuewang.
"It's Zhu Juntang. We saw her with Liu Changan's cousin the other day when we were walking." An Nuan reminded Liu Yuewang.
Liu Yuewang nodded as if nothing had happened, indicating that she remembered.
Zhang Jiawei's eyes fell on Liu Yuewang from time to time. After all, compared to the young girl, this mature lady exuded an intellectual charm that could make men fall for her. She gave off a feeling similar to Mrs. Zhu San, but she was not as sharp, and seemed more approachable.
"Ms. Liu, come here often when you are free. The menu changes every week. You are welcome to have a look." Zhang Jiawei had a sense of propriety and left after chatting casually for a while.
Liu Changan frowned slightly. He felt that Zhang Jiawei was hiding something in his heart, but he didn't pay much attention to it.
"It turns out that in a high-class restaurant, from the chef to the waiters, they are all exuding …" Zhang Taole couldn't help but say that, but he didn't continue. After all, this was the place chosen by Liu Yuewang.
"You're exuding a very ungrounded and pretentious aura, as if you're detached from the life of the common people." After Han Zhizhi finished speaking, she laughed out loud. But after laughing for a while, she lowered her voice. Teasing was one thing. If she didn't like this kind of place, she could come less. But since she was here, of course, she shouldn't be so presumptuous and teasing.
"You're a girl, don't be rude." Liu Yuewang frowned and hit Han Zhizhi.
Han Zhizhi chuckled.
"Actually, there's nothing we can do about it … After all, our country has been baptized by the proletarian revolution. Although social strata are forming, the resistance to class solidification and the demand for equality are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. The domestic service industry, especially the employees recruited in high-end hotels, clubs, restaurants, and other places, is very different from foreign countries in terms of service level and service mentality. It's definitely not because our country started late in this aspect …" Liu Changan shook his head gently. "Many countries have a clear hierarchy, and they are better at cultivating excellent service industry employees. The influence and reasons are various …"
"You mean, if we are still in a feudal society, and we still have eunuchs and maids, then the level of this kind of service industry can be comparable to foreign countries?" An Nuan asked.
Liu Changan nodded.
"Liu Changan, you're really good at talking nonsense." Han Zhizhi sighed. Just talking about the pretentious restaurant, Liu Changan could also talk about the proletarian revolution.
"But it makes sense." Zhang Taole agreed.
"I seem to have heard someone talk about this point of view." Liu Yuewang showed a thoughtful expression.
"Nuan Nuan, a toast to your mother alone. After all, she suffered a lot to raise you." Liu Changan quickly reminded An Nuan.
Liu Yuewang came back to her senses and looked at An Nuan with a smile.
Although An Nuan didn't quite agree with "suffering a lot," she didn't have any real dissatisfaction with her mother. She poured a small glass of wine and toasted Liu Yuewang.
Liu Yuewang was very pleased. She looked at An Nuan and let out a long sigh of relief. She reached out and held the back of An Nuan's hand.
The mother and daughter had actually already put on a scene of mother-daughter love at home, but at this time, they controlled their emotions and didn't get too emotional.
Liu Changan also breathed a sigh of relief and continued to eat. As the saying goes, the more you talk, the more mistakes you make.
After dinner, the lanterns were lit and the night was just beginning to fall. Because they had drunk some wine, Liu Yuewang called a designated driver and decided to send Zhang Taole home first.
Liu Changan held Zhou Dongdong's hand and waved goodbye to them. Just when he saw their car leaving, Liu Changan received a call from the admissions officer, asking him about his intention to apply for Shonan University during the voluntary survey. Now that the results were out, the admissions officer wanted to meet and have a chat with him.
Liu Changan only answered that he would definitely apply for Shonan University, but he was not interested in meeting with him.
Zhou Dongdong was full and couldn't walk anymore. She looked round. Liu Changan thought he could put her on the ground and kick her to roll back home. But after thinking about it, he gave up the idea and put her under his armpit.
Back in the neighborhood, Grandma Liu kept her word. She heard that Liu Changan's results were good and he could go to Shonan University, so she sent him a basket of eggs and a big hen.
Old Qian sent a pole of cured meat, and Auntie Xie brought a few bottles of wine, because Liu Changan often bought wine from her.
The owner of the mahjong house carried a big string of firecrackers and placed them under the parasol tree. When he saw Liu Changan coming back, he started to set them off. The whole neighborhood was filled with smoke, and it was estimated that even the firefighters would be alerted.
Every year when the college entrance examination results were out, there would always be people who set off firecrackers against the rules. As long as nothing happened, the urban management would turn a blind eye to it.
Zhou Dongdong picked up a lot of firecrackers and stuffed them into her four small pockets.
When Liu Changan asked casually, he knew that it was Zhou Shuling who spread the news about his college entrance examination results. In such a traditional old neighborhood, this kind of hard-working child was very appreciated. High scores represented success, and everyone was willing to express their appreciation and support.
The mahjong friends who often played mahjong with him had all sent gifts and asked Liu Changan to set up a banquet. It was hard for Liu Changan to refuse their hospitality, so he could only agree to hold a banquet under the parasol tree tomorrow afternoon. He would set up two or three tables for his neighbors who had sent gifts.
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