There really is the high-end hotel in the city that Chu Yue described. It looks more luxurious than the state-owned hotel. It is a two-story building with private rooms upstairs. When you walk up to the private room, there are waiters leading the way.
It was the first time that Ye Zhaodi had walked into such a place. She was dazzled by the luxurious decorations all around. Even the waiter who led the way was very handsome and at first glance looked like a college graduate.
Because she wasn't paying attention for a moment, Ye Zhaodi missed a step on the stairs when she went upstairs and almost fell down.
"careful."
Chu Yue quickly supported Ye Zhaodi, and at the same time, made her feel at ease and walked on the road with confidence.
Ye Zhaodi said in a daze, "Sister Yue, can I really...really eat here?"
"Could this be false? You have already walked in. Zhaodi, look up and look at Sister Xiuli in front of you." Chu Yue reminded Ye Zhaodi to look at Fang Xiuli.
Fang Xiuli's latest job is a "grocery store clerk". She also has to clean the place every day. Her clothes are no longer as gorgeous as before, but just simple everyday clothes.
She even stopped wearing lambskin high heels.
After all, after standing for half a day in high heels, she knew how tiring it was. They were not as comfortable as ordinary old Beijing cloth shoes.
Therefore, there is not much difference between Fang Xiuli and Ye Zhaodi in terms of dressing; the bigger difference lies in their attitude.
In Fang Xiuli's eyes, she had even attended the state banquet in Beijing. In her eyes, this kind of high-end restaurant was no different from an ordinary small restaurant. So what if the waiter was handsome? Was he wearing a suit and a bow tie? Was he 1.8 meters tall and had long legs?
Fang Xiuli's expression revealed disdain, and she looked down on everything around her, so even though she was wearing old black cloth shoes, she could still walk with a step that showed she didn't care about anyone.
Chu Yue asked Ye Zhaodi to learn from Fang Xiuli, allowing her to exude confidence from the bottom of her heart. She has been reborn and is no longer the Ye Zhaodi of the past. She has more important tasks to accomplish in her future life.
After hearing Chu Yue's reminder, Ye Zhaodi looked up at Fang Xiuli with more admiration of a young girl in her eyes.
After that, such little things happened several times.
For example, when ordering food, since it is a high-end restaurant, the menu is no longer written on a small blackboard, but a beautifully printed menu.
Ye Zhaodi opened the menu and when she saw the numbers, she closed it again with a click.
The reason is simple: damn expensive!
One meal here costs more than Ye Zhaodi's monthly salary.
Ye Zhaodi glanced at the waitress sheepishly and said in a low voice, "Sister Yue, let's go to another restaurant. I think the state-owned restaurant is good enough. We can't spend so much money."
Before Chu Yue could say anything, Fang Xiuli, who was looking down at the menu, spoke first.
"No need to save money for your sister Yue. Zhaodi, relax and enjoy this meal. Eat whatever you want."
Fang Xiuli said it simply, but Ye Zhaodi was so uncomfortable that the cushion under her butt felt like needles, it was really uncomfortable.
Fortunately, from then on, whether it was ordering food or dealing with the waiter, it was Fang Xiuli who did the talking.
Fang Xiuli said, "Chu Yue is treating us anyway," but when she actually ordered the food, she only picked three medium-priced dishes, secretly saving money for Chu Yue.
Finally, Chu Yue ordered two more expensive dishes and ordered drinks for everyone.
"That's all. Please add ice to the drinks and serve the food as soon as possible." Chu Yue handed the menu to the waiter beside her.
The waiter immediately took note and said with a smile, "Miss, please wait a moment."
Not long after, the first thing the waiter brought was not food, nor a drink, nor even fruit or melon seeds, but a small square white towel.
The towel was damp and slightly warm.
Not only Ye Zhaodi, but even Lu Yuanbao was dumbfounded. Do they have to eat with towels in a high-end restaurant?
The two of them sat upright with their backs straight, too nervous to move. Their two pairs of bright eyes looked at Fang Xiuli. Chu Yue said that if they followed Fang Xiuli, they would definitely not go wrong.
Fang Xiuli was suddenly stared at by the two people's scrutiny. Instead of getting angry, she explained calmly.
"Better restaurants will give guests small towels first. These towels are not for eating or wiping your mouth, but for wiping your hands first, just like you wash your hands before eating at home."
Fang Xiuli wiped her hands while talking.
She also reminded them, "You don't have to be so nervous. There are only four of us in this room. No one will laugh at you even if you make a mistake. It's just a meal, and the most important thing is to eat comfortably."
Not long ago, such words would never come out of Fang Xiuli's mouth, but now she is like a gentle sister, teaching Ye Zhaodi and Lu Yuanbao with all her heart.
Even these two people have nothing to do with her.
Chu Yue nodded, agreeing with what Fang Xiuli said.
"Xiu Li is right. Our own happiness is the most important thing. Who says this towel can only be used to wipe hands? I want to use it to wipe my mouth, so what?" Chu Yue took the towel and actually wiped her mouth.
Chu Yue's deliberate disturbance instantly relaxed the originally tense atmosphere.
Fang Xiuli said, "This is just an ordinary Chinese restaurant, there are no rules. When you go to a Western restaurant, each knife and fork has a dedicated place, different dishes require different knives and forks, and even eggs require a spoon. That's a lot of rules."
When she said this, the listeners thought Fang Xiuli was giving a popular science lecture, but then the tone suddenly changed.
Fang Xiuli frowned and complained, "I think those foreigners are just doing nothing. They use so many knives and forks, but they are not as good as our ancestors' pair of chopsticks, which can solve everything."
Such a disgusted tone actually came from Fang Xiuli's mouth. It turns out that a rich girl would also be annoyed by the table manners.
After hearing this, Chu Yue couldn't help laughing out loud.
Ye Zhaodi was amazed when she heard this, it was a world she was completely unfamiliar with.
Lu Yuanbao asked curiously, "Mom, do I really need to use a spoon to eat eggs?"
Chu Yue replied, "It's not just the spoon, there's also a rack for eggs. It's just a waste of time. The eggs won't taste better. Eggs, after all, just taste like eggs."
After hearing this, Lu Yuanbao's brows relaxed and he couldn't help but smile.
While talking and laughing.
The delicious dishes were served. Even in an expensive restaurant, the presentation was pleasing to the eye.
While Chu Yue and Fang Xiuli were sitting in a spacious and bright restaurant box, enjoying a comfortable meal, someone was living under the scorching sun, feeling... worse than death...
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