"Just this morning, the chef team flew to Hua City," the counter lady said apologetically. "We really can't provide you with the chef's menu."
Zhong Manhua suppressed her anger and maintained her composure. "Then what about my reservation?"
"It's like this," the counter lady explained. "Because this incident happened so suddenly, we didn't expect it to happen. It's indeed the restaurant's fault."
She was actually quite puzzled. She didn't know who could make the entire chef team come out.
Like The
Ramsay, customers were willing to fly to a restaurant of this level even if they were going abroad.
Adhering to the principle that customers were God, the counter lady smiled and said, "However, when you made the reservation, the chef's menu was already unavailable because the restaurant was also participating in a TV food program during this period of time, so the chef couldn't make time."
After a pause, she said tactfully, "Please take a closer look. You actually ordered the sous chef's menu."
Hearing this, Zhong Manhua was stunned.
Then, she glanced at her phone and found that she had indeed ordered the sous chef's menu.
Suddenly, great embarrassment welled up in her heart, and her face flushed red.
Although the chef's menu and the sous chef's menu were only one word different, the difference was actually huge.
The chef's menu was personally cooked by the chef, and the ingredients were also the best.
"I took a look. Customer, you're from Hu City. The chef team happened to go to Hu City and will stay there for three days," the counter lady said again. "Why don't I contact them for you?"
Zhong Manhua was slightly stunned. "They went to Hu City?"
She had traveled thousands of miles to Continent O, but the chef went to Hu City?
"When you made the reservation, you noted that you wanted a birthday cake. You should be celebrating your birthday, right?" The counter lady nodded. "The chef team is also going to Hu City to celebrate the birthday of a young lady. What a coincidence."
Zhong Manhua was even more embarrassed.
She wanted to celebrate Xiao Xuan's birthday, but she had to go online and book two months in advance.
For other people's birthdays, the chef team could personally fly there.
What kind of difference was this?
If it was the few wealthy families in the capital, it would be fine, but Hu City?
Zhong Manhua thought for a long time, but she couldn't think of anyone who would be so arrogant.
Actually, it wasn't that she didn't have The
Ramsay Restaurant was out of the question. There were many Michelin three-star restaurants in Continent O, and they were all world-famous.
However, not coming and being rejected were two completely different things.
The latter was a slap to her face.
"No need."
Zhong Manhua had already lost her appetite, and she was even more embarrassed.
After hurriedly throwing down these three words, she took her bag and left.
The receptionist was a little puzzled, but she didn't say anything and continued to serve other customers.
**
The next day.
At noon, the students of Class 19 were invited to a small courtyard.
There were artificial mountains and clear waters, birds chirped, and a cool breeze blew past the trees.
This was one of the Fu family's properties.
The small courtyard was warm in the winter and cool in the summer. Although it was not big, because it was old, it could be considered a cultural relic. The location was also excellent, and it was worth more than one billion yuan.
More than ten brothers and sisters of the Fu family had taken a liking to this small courtyard and fought for it for a long time, but Master Fu did not make a move.
However, in the end, no one expected that Old Master Fu wouldn't even say anything. He even gave his son, Fu Mingcheng, to Fu Yunshen.
This made the young masters of the Fu family jealous, but there was nothing they could do. They could only grit their teeth in hatred.
Fu Mingcheng also wanted to use his father's identity to make Fu Yunshen hand over the small courtyard, but he couldn't bring himself to do so.
Especially when Master Fu was still alive, some things couldn't be done so ruthlessly. He had to give face.
There were two long tables in the middle of the courtyard, enough for 50 students to sit down.
The table was covered with a red silk cloth, and wine glasses, plates, and cutlery were placed in front of everyone.
Lobster tail, fried white asparagus with scallops in white sauce, lamb shank stewed in spicy red wine, chocolate truffles …
There were even a few bottles of red wine from La Romanee-Conti, each bottle costing more than 30,000 US dollars.
Not only that, but there were also waiters in tuxedos waiting at the side. It was like a royal banquet in Continent O.
Even Jiang Ran was stunned.
It wasn't that he hadn't experienced it before. He was even lucky enough to attend a state banquet in the capital.
But the problem was, who would invite such high-end guests to a courtyard house?
"I want to take a photo and post it on Weibo." The underling quickly took out his phone and almost cried. "This is the first time I've eaten food from a three-star Michelin restaurant."
Jiang Ran's face darkened.
He looked at Fu Yunshen and snorted.
A shameless person who relied on his face to deceive others.
He wouldn't fall for it.
"Brother Ran, aren't you eating?" The underling was eating so happily. Seeing that Jiang Ran wasn't moving, he was hungry. "If you're not eating, give it to me."
He reached out to grab it, but Jiang Ran pushed him away.
"Get lost!" Jiang Ran's face was very dark. "Who said I'm not eating? What's mine is mine. Give me yours too. "
The underling was dumbfounded.
By the time he reacted, his plate had already been taken away by Jiang Ran.
The underling was speechless.
He wanted to cry.
Ying Zijin leaned on her elbow and looked at the group of silly children eating crazily. Then, she turned her head and looked at the man. She raised her eyebrows slightly. "I'm quite curious. Who are you?"
"Hmm …" Fu Yunshen pondered for a moment. "I'm the kind of person who is good-looking and rich. I can afford to raise children."
After a pause, he slowly added two words. "A good person."
"…"
**
After March, the art festival was close.
All the classes submitted their entries. After the Student Union sorted them out, they were handed over to the art group.
There weren't many people in the elite class who participated in the art festival because to them, learning was more important.
Unless they were interested, they wouldn't waste their time on the art festival.
Therefore, many students in the elite class were surprised that Zhong Zhiwan would participate this time.
Once Zhong Zhiwan participated, how could the others have a chance?
Zhong Zhiwan pretended not to hear these words and went to the Student Union's office.
There were many entries. They were divided into calligraphy, traditional Chinese painting, oil painting, printmaking, and many other categories. It wasn't an easy job to sort them out. A few department heads and their members were extremely busy.
"Zhiwan." The Head of the Art and Literature Department greeted her and went back to work.
Zhong Zhiwan asked casually, "Where's the calligraphy?"
"It's over there. It's already sorted out."
"Okay, let me see."
Zhong Zhiwan went forward and flipped through it. Then, she shook her head.
What was written here?
A bunch of vulgar things that pretended to be cultured.
She really shouldn't have lowered herself to participate in the art festival just because Ying Zijin was participating.
However, although the calligraphy wasn't very good, it was still better than Ying Zijin's.
How could someone who came from a small town know calligraphy?
Zhong Zhiwan flipped through the pages faster and faster. She became more and more bored until she saw a scroll that was unfolded.
It was a very simple poem.
However, those words were majestic, flamboyant, and deeply engraved.
Zhong Zhiwan was stunned. She looked down and saw the name at the bottom right corner.
Her hand suddenly shrank back and she gripped the scroll tightly.
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