Beautiful women with stockings on their legs served the guests, carrying trays with toiletries, desserts, and fragrant tea.
Then a scantily clad, swaying woman with a sexy waist, tall and with her hair up, walked in. The woman smiled as she approached the doorman and looked at Shen Lang with a beaming smile.
The doorman introduced Shen Lang: "Sir, this is your personal butler. You can ask her for anything you need."
The woman smiled and bowed slightly to Shen Lang: "Hello, sir, my name is Peony."
Shen Lang scrutinized the woman's voluptuous figure and laughed, "Peony, what a fine name. Truly, it's fitting that one would die beneath a peony, even as a ghost, one would be romantic."
Peony smiled and said sweetly, "Sir, you are too kind."
She then waved to the doorman, who, upon receiving the instruction, bowed deeply to Shen Lang and Michelle: "Sir and Madam, we wish you a pleasant meal."
After the doorman left, Peony waved to the four maids in cheongsams around her, and the four maids immediately came over.
One of the maids had an incense burner on her plate. Peony walked up to the maid and began to light the incense.
While Shen Lang and Mi Qi'er were washing up, a unique fragrance of sandalwood spread out along with the blue smoke.
After washing up, Peony led Shen Lang into the dining room.
"Sir, what would you like to have for dinner?" Peony asked softly, bending down beside Shen Lang.
Shen Lang, playing with Michelle's delicate hand, said without turning his head, "Then naturally it will be the best here. Bring out your ten best and most expensive dishes."
"Aren't you going to look at the menu?"
Shen Lang turned his head to look at Mudan and teased, "Menu? Is the menu more interesting than you?"
Peony shyly placed her jade hand on the tip of her nose and chuckled, "Of course, you can see whatever you want, sir. In this prince-level private room, you are supreme, and everything here will be done according to your orders."
Shen Lang nodded with a smile, quite satisfied with Peony's answer.
Then Peony pressed the miniature earpiece in her ear and said, "Please serve the ten famous dishes of the Lotus Garden Prince's Pavilion."
After speaking, Peony beckoned to the maid beside her, who immediately brought over a plate of desserts. Peony took the plate and placed it in front of Shen Lang, saying, "Sir, this is osmanthus cake made by the master chef of Yuxiangzhai in the capital. Please try it."
Shen Lang reached out and picked up a piece of pastry, asking, "Is this the osmanthus cake from Yuxiangzhai, the so-called number one time-honored brand in Yanhuang?"
Peony smiled and nodded: "Yes, sir."
Yu Xiang Zhai's osmanthus cake is the best in Beijing, a delicacy that many high-ranking officials and nobles want to taste.
Shen Lang laughed and said, "You've demolished the Imperial Fragrance Pavilion in the capital, aren't you afraid someone will come looking for trouble?"
"Sir, you are joking. It is only because the master was willing that we were able to invite him."
Peony's words seem humble, but are in fact proud.
This one-of-a-kind osmanthus cake alone is enough to give you a glimpse into the beauty of Jinxiu Yunju.
Shen Lang handed the osmanthus cake to Mi Qi'er and said, "Mi Qi'er, you try it first."
"Thank you, boss!" Michelle happily took the osmanthus cake from Shen Lang and put it in her mouth.
Shen Lang watched as Mi Qi'er took a bite and asked, "How does it taste?"
Michelle first closed her eyes to savor the taste, then opened them, her eyes shining as she exclaimed, "Delicious! So delicious! Boss, you have to try it! This is simply divine!"
Shen Lang casually picked up a piece, examined it for a moment, and then took a small bite.
The next second, Shen Lang did something that shocked Mi Qi'er.
He tossed the osmanthus cake in his hand directly onto the plate, then spat out the one he had just eaten onto the expensive wool carpet, frowning slightly as he cursed, "This is your Jinxiu Yunju's osmanthus cake? Is this fit for human consumption?"
Michelle stared in disbelief at Shen Lang's actions, her CPU practically burning with rage.
She would never doubt that Shen Lang was a picky eater, because he could even happily eat the communal meals in the school cafeteria.
Why such a strong reaction to such delicious osmanthus cake? Could it be that the owner doesn't like it?
Not only Michelle, but even Peony beside Shen Lang was stunned.
Although Jinxiu Yunju has only been open for a short time, everyone who has tasted its osmanthus cake praises it highly.
But things took a dramatic turn for the better with Shen Lang.
The four maids in cheongsams around them trembled and dared not utter a word.
None of the people who could enter the Prince's Pavilion were simple; they had no right to interrupt at this moment.
After realizing what was happening, Peony quickly bent down and whispered in Shen Lang's ear, "Sir, is there anything you're not satisfied with?"
Shen Lang stared at the peony and asked in an icy tone, "Is this osmanthus cake? Is it for pigs?"
"I'm so sorry, sir, this might not suit your taste. Would you like me to ask the kitchen to prepare some other pastries?" Peony asked cautiously.
She didn't know why this gentleman suddenly changed his attitude, but as his private butler, she could only try her best to meet Shen Lang's requirements and ensure that the guest was 100% satisfied.
Shen Lang pointed at the osmanthus cake on the table and said sternly, "Take it away quickly."
"Okay...okay, sir..." Peony hurriedly waved to the maid beside her, who quickly took away the osmanthus cake in front of Shen Lang. Then Peony bent down and picked up the osmanthus cake that Shen Lang had spat on the ground.
Miki was startled by Shen Lang's fierce look, and she didn't dare to reach out her hand, which was originally thinking of taking another piece of osmanthus cake.
Then Peony personally poured Shen Lang a cup of tea and gently placed it in front of him: "Sir, this is West Lake Longjing tea, the imperial tea from the Hugong Temple at the foot of Lion Peak. Please have a cup to calm your temper."
Shen Lang glanced at the teacup and said coldly, "Is this tea worthy of my drinking? Is this how you, Jinxiu Yunju, entertain your distinguished guests?"
“Sir, this…” Peony choked, not knowing how to answer Shen Lang’s question.
This is imperial tea, personally bestowed by Emperor Qianlong in front of the Hugong Temple. It's no longer something money can buy, yet this person still looks down on it.
Is he genuinely disgusted or just looking for trouble?
He misunderstood Shen Lang on this point.
Because the lowest grade of tea he usually drinks is Da Hong Pao produced from the mother tree in Wuyi Mountain, while before he started cultivating, he mostly drank spiritual tea that he redeemed from the system shop.
Therefore, he wouldn't even glance at ordinary tea, even the rare and highly sought-after Imperial Longjing tea.
"Alright, seeing how poor your place is, you don't even have any good tea. Hurry up and serve the food." Shen Lang complained disdainfully, then put the teacup aside and began urging for dinner.
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