Chapter 76. The first reaction you get when you see your boss after get off work is definitely...

Zhuang Fuyao smiled and responded.

That's quite a coincidence; this is the third time we've run into each other.

"By the way, do you have any spare private rooms here?" Yu Heng walked up to her and said, "These foreigners are my friends. They're quite famous abroad, and I'm worried that it might cause some trouble if they're recognized by their fans."

He didn't want to trouble Zhuang Fuyao, but he hadn't managed to get a private room when he tried to book online.

Zhuang Fuyao glanced in the direction where Yu Heng had just been sitting; there were several foreigners dressed in a hip-hop rock style.

She has a private room reserved at Qingfeng Pavilion, and today only Shu Run and Song Qing are there. It doesn't matter if the three of them are casual or not.

“There’s one here. Come with me.”

When they arrived, they ran into Song Qing, who was helping out there.

Song Qing's gaze froze, staring directly at them with a strange, deliberate intensity, making Yu Heng and the others very uncomfortable.

These foreigners looked fierce, like they had bad tempers. Worried that it might cause some misunderstanding, Zhuang Fuyao explained, "These are my friends. She's never seen foreigners at Qingfeng Pavilion before, so she's a little curious."

“I understand.” Yu Heng gestured for his friend to tone down his expression and apologized, “My friend just naturally looks fierce, but he actually has a pretty good personality.”

"It's alright." After instructing the waiter to take good care of the table, Zhuang Fuyao smiled slightly and said, "I have something to attend to. Please enjoy your meal and drinks. If you need anything, please feel free to ask the waiter."

"Okay, you can go ahead and get busy."

After leaving the private room, Song Qing corrected, "When Qingfeng Pavilion opened, a foreigner came, his name was Bruce, and he was your sister's boyfriend."

"...I was just saying that offhand. It's your fault for staring at those foreigners."

"I felt that they looked familiar, and they resembled a band I'm a fan of."

"We were so close just now, did you recognize them?" Zhuang Fuyao recalled Yu Heng saying that those people were quite famous abroad.

Song Qing shook her head. "They are very mysterious. Almost no fans have seen their real faces. They always appear masked in public. The figures of those people just now are too similar. Your friend's figure also looks like that lead singer."

Just as Zhuang Fuyao was about to recount Yu Heng's description, Song Qing spoke first, "But that shouldn't be the case. They haven't been in touch for over half a year, how could they possibly be in China right now?"

Zhuang Fuyao thought it was probably just a coincidence; Yu Heng didn't really seem like a band's lead singer. Taking back what she was about to say, she took Song Qing and Shu Run to her office for lunch.

After finishing their meal, Song Qing and Shu Run had to go home first.

Zhuang Fuyao dozed off for a while on the small sofa in the office. When she woke up and was fixing her hair, she suddenly realized that she had lost an earring.

It's a bit of a shame, as this is her current favorite.

Wearing only one earring looked a bit odd, so she simply took off the other one and put it away.

Today, the open area is serving an extremely rare and famous dish called "Phoenix Raising Nine Chicks," which requires nine chickens and involves an extremely complex process. It is also a signature dish that Qingfeng Restaurant is preparing to launch.

Although the preparation method was shown, the sauce and cooking time are all exclusive secrets. Even if you tell everyone how to make it, you can't replicate it without the secret recipe.

The handsome chef was meticulously preparing the ingredients, drawing the attention of nearby diners.

The publicity team found good angles and uploaded the well-shot photos and videos online, and the number of reservations increased sharply the next day.

After a busy afternoon, Liang Huaixu arrived just before dinner.

At this moment, Zhuang Fuyao was calling a meeting with her employees.

Upon hearing "Brother-in-law is here," she turned around.

During this period, Liang Huaixu's clothing style at Qingfeng Pavilion ranged from the most classic and mature suit styles to young and fashionable styles, and finally to ordinary casual wear, all in an effort to look "younger".

To be honest, once he sheds his serious and rigid attire, he becomes much more approachable. Occasionally, employees even dare to joke with him, saying, "When my brother-in-law comes, the whole room suddenly lights up."

Hahahaha.

A few laughs came from the side, but these laughs were not derogatory at all; they were simply meant to liven up the atmosphere.

These waiters were only in their early twenties on average, the prime of their lives when they were most talkative. With them around, the atmosphere at Qingfeng Pavilion was very light and cheerful.

Zhuang Fuyao quite liked this atmosphere, so she wasn't angry at the employees' teasing. She just glanced at them sideways and said, "Focus on, let's continue the meeting."

Zhuang Fuyao led everyone in reviewing the lunchtime business, listened to each employee's thoughts on their work, solicited suggestions, and finally encouraged them, "Keep up the good work for dinner!"

"Yes, Mr. Zhuang!"

Everyone's voices were loud and clear, and they even had a set of energetic slogans: "Great! Great! We're all doing well! Qingfeng Pavilion will get better and better."

Zhuang Fuyao: "..."

This slogan was conceived by Cheng Fan; although it was very energetic, it was also somewhat socially unappealing.

Her lips twitched, and she glanced at Liang Huaixu out of the corner of her eye.

Liang Huaixu glanced at her and slightly raised the corners of his lips.

Zhuang Fuyao: "…………"

After the meeting, everyone went about their own business.

Only she and Liang Huaixu remained in the office. Zhuang Fuyao carefully examined his attire: a light gray sweater paired with black casual pants, though his hairstyle still made him look quite mature.

He's really blessed with good looks; if other men wore that slicked-back hairstyle, it's unimaginable how outdated it would look.

It was precisely this old-fashioned hairstyle that, surprisingly, gave Liang Huaixu an elegant and gentlemanly air.

...That's outrageous.

On a whim, Zhuang Fuyao helped him scrunch his hair, rubbing off the styling gel.

Liang Huaixu lowered his head slightly, his eyes revealing a faint tenderness, letting her do as she pleased.

If Changting's employees saw this scene, they would probably be shocked. President Liang is a germaphobe, dresses seriously and rigidly, and even his hairstyle is meticulously neat. It's hard to imagine that one day President Liang would be so docile as to let someone grab his hair.

While styling his hair, Zhuang Fuyao took the opportunity to play with his hair. His hair was black and thick, showing no signs of balding like other men his age. It had a faint shampoo scent and felt very nice to the touch.

"So handsome," she commented.

Especially since he was wearing silver-rimmed glasses, he looked both refined and alluring. Zhuang Fuyao helped him take off his glasses, saying, "Your glasses are confiscated. You can wear them again when you get home."

He was nearsighted by more than 200 degrees, but his vision wasn't affected even without glasses. Liang Huaixu didn't understand the deeper meaning of her words and simply did as she said.

During the two days of closure for preparation, Qingfeng Pavilion also opened a modern section, separated from the traditional costume section by a glass partition. This is convenient for customers who do not wish to change into costumes, while also creating a visual effect of traveling through time.

However, in order to maintain the experience of the period costume area, there is a rule: customers dressed in period costumes can freely enter and exit the modern area, but customers dressed in modern clothes cannot enter the period costume area.

Zhuang Fuyao had some things to do, and Liang Huaixu didn't want to change into ancient costumes. After leaving, he found an empty seat in the modern area and sat down.

Not far from here, Secretary Cheng and her friend had just entered. As she walked, she exclaimed in surprise, "No wonder they have to make reservations here. Luckily we came early. If we had come a few months later, it would probably have been impossible to get a seat."

My friend chuckled, "I picked this place myself; it has to be top-notch!"

Secretary Cheng asked, "Why did you suddenly think of this?"

My friend chuckled and analyzed logically, "I had my tarot cards read a few days ago, and they said my luck in finding a partner is coming, but I need to go out more. But I thought, I can't just wander around aimlessly. So I looked up some information online and came across a guide to finding a boyfriend, which mainly talked about where to go to find a good boyfriend."

This was the first time Secretary Cheng had heard of such a thing. "For example..."

"For example, some high-end clubs and mid-to-high-end supermarkets, but for supermarkets, you also need to consider their main customer base. If most customers are families, then they should be excluded. There's a blogger who specifically analyzes this area, and Qingfeng Pavilion is a recent addition to the list. It's said that there are many single, handsome men in period costumes there..."

My friend paused for a moment, then said, "But I think the modern-dressed guys at Qingfeng Pavilion might be even better."

"What's the meaning?"

Secretary Cheng looked in the direction her friend was looking, and through a transparent glass wall, she saw a man with an extraordinary air sitting there.

Just looking at his profile, he seems refined and elegant.

With a near-perfect jawline and a high nose bridge, he's likely to be very handsome from the front.

A friend nudged Secretary Cheng, "Why don't we go ask for her contact information? Judging by that profile, she can't be that ugly."

"Go ahead, I'm not single."

My friend said regretfully, "Alright, I'll go then."

"Hey? Wait a minute!!" Secretary Cheng pulled her friend aside, saying warily, "Why does he look so much like my boss?"

Her friend touched her forehead and said, "You must have gone crazy from working so hard. What a coincidence."

Secretary Cheng was also uncertain. As General Manager Liang's administrative secretary, she had seen General Manager Liang's private attire, which was no different from his usual work attire.

But the person in front, with that outfit and such a fashionable hairstyle, really doesn't quite fit Mr. Liang's style.

"Let's go. Instead of guessing here, let's take a look around." The friend didn't want to go alone, so he pulled Secretary Cheng along and headed in that direction.

Just then, Liang Huaixu turned his head around.

He was spacing out and didn't see Secretary Cheng.

Secretary Cheng was startled. When she saw her boss after get off work, her first reaction was definitely to hide.

She quickly turned around and whispered to her friend, "Don't go, it really is my boss."

This is terrifying.