After entering Qingyang Restaurant, I found that most people came to take away their food, while relatively few people stayed to dine in.
The hotel has two floors. The lobby on the first floor is very spacious, with more than twenty eight-person tables and long benches.
Opposite the main entrance is a row of windows, all blocked by glass.
The glass was so fogged up with mist and grease that one could only vaguely see the busy work going on in the kitchen.
On the left side, near the window, is a blue painted wooden counter.
Above the counter hung brown wooden signs with the names of the dishes written on them, and a waitress stood behind them.
There were quite a few people standing outside the counter, looking at the wooden sign and discussing things.
The waitress glanced at them sideways, rolling her eyes.
Someone came to order food, but she still had a sullen face.
Zhao Sihai looked around, found an empty table near the back, asked the mother and son to sit down first, and then wanted to order some food.
But An An was very curious and wanted to do it while hugging her thighs.
Bai Ruoqiao chuckled and said let's go together.
When they passed by, the family who were crowded at the counter in front of them had already ordered their food and returned to their seats.
There's no one here at this time.
Zhao Sihai walked quickly and reached the counter in just a few steps.
The waitress looked up and saw Zhao Sihai, a tall and strong man with a sturdy build, a steady temperament, a capable and good-looking man. Her eyes lit up.
But before she could say anything, An An had already trotted up, hugged his legs and shouted, "Dad, I want to see it too."
The waitress's face immediately fell.
Then he saw Bai Ruoqiao walking forward, and his eyes lit up again.
Oh, this girl is so pretty.
Then he saw An An being picked up by Zhao Sihai, and his eyes brightened even more.
After that, his eyes kept sliding across the faces of the family of three, and he was very busy.
"Mom, what are those words?" An An pointed at a sign with some complicated words on it.
"Then let's have some wontons." Bai Ruoqiao pulled the two of them to the side so that they wouldn't block others.
Most of the waiters at this time are in a bad mood.
She remembered that when she was dining at the Peace Hotel in 1983, she saw a sign that read "Service staff are not allowed to beat or swear at customers."
But it was normal. Nowadays, waiters were all public servants. Even in the future, she had seen many office staff with bad attitudes.
It can be said that they are 'in the same vein'.
She had noticed before that the waitress looked unhappy, and she was worried that she would make trouble again and spoil the fun.
But what made her a little strange was that the waitress was quite nice at this moment and she kept smiling at them.
Bai Ruoqiao felt a little uneasy at the smile, and she always felt that the smile was a little weird.
If she paid more attention to the Internet, she would know that there is a kind of smile, a dog-faced smile.
Shy, furtive, heart-pounding and excited.
An An also asked, "What are wontons?"
"Wontons are dough wrapped with meat filling." Bai Ruoqiao really couldn't describe it for a moment.
An An blinked her big eyes, tilted her head, and said softly, "Does it look like a meat bun?"
The waitress next to her suddenly raised her hand and pressed her chest, then pretended to be calm and patted her collar.
"No, this is a kind of pasta that can be cooked with water. Do you want to try it, An An?" Zhao Sihai smiled.
"Okay, okay!" An An nodded immediately.
"Then what else does An An want to eat?" Zhao Sihai asked again.
An An looked at the signs with words he knew and those he didn't know, his little face full of hesitation.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he began to name the dishes fluently.
"Honey-glazed pork with plum sauce, lion's head, first-class pot, winter melon rolls, pearls... Hmm."
Before the little guy could finish his report, Bai Ruoqiao covered his mouth.
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