Chapter 787: Master Zhong, You Eat the Most
Zhong Yi tried very hard to calm down and suppress the anger in his heart.
He slowed down and said, "Huo Xingzhou was also poisoned?"
Wan Jiang nodded: "Yes, Mr. Huo was indeed poisoned. Young Master Sun probably didn't set this up against you on purpose."
Zhong Yi felt a little more balanced.
After all, Huo Xingzhou is like this too.
"Did he vomit too? Is he also in this state of disarray?"
"That's probably the case with food poisoning. It's just that you consumed a large amount, which is why it's so serious. But the doctor has already said that you'll be fine as long as you rest for a few days. You..."
"I'm going out."
Zhong Yi's face was pale and he was receiving an IV drip.
He had been tossed around all night, and his expression was gloomy, his face lacking some of his gentle temperament. Instead, he looked more distant and unapproachable.
"Where else are you going?"
"Have you found out where Feng Nanxi and Pei Gan's blind date was?"
"I found out. It's at a newly opened Western restaurant in the capital. It's still early, so they probably haven't arrived yet. They should have met for a blind date at lunch. I've been keeping an eye on them."
Wan Jiang knew that Zhong Yi was investigating Feng Nanxi, so he didn't dare to let his guard down.
"Well, let's go out later. Go to the western restaurant and reserve a table for me..."
"Are you planning to have dinner there? The doctor told you to eat light food, as Western food is not easy to digest." Wan Jiang looked at him worriedly.
The first day of the new year is not a good day, it always feels unlucky.
But thinking that the Huo family was the same, I felt much more balanced.
"I know my limits."
Zhong Yi lay on the bed and spoke slowly.
He didn't feel this uncomfortable even when he was injured at the Shisanwan Wharf. He felt so tortured that he wanted to cut Sun Weimeng into pieces.
"Then you take a rest first. I'll let you know once I've arranged everything."
"oh."
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Three hours later, the Zhong family's Cullinan finally stopped at the door of the new internet-famous restaurant in the capital.
This place requires reservations, and any customers who come in at the last minute will be politely turned away.
Although it is an internet-famous restaurant, it looks quite upscale and quiet, without any smoky or foul-smelling filming.
Zhong Yi and Wan Jiang were politely invited in.
The waiter knew the name of the Zhong family. Almost everyone in the imperial capital was discussing that the position of heir to the Zhong family might fall on Zhong Lingxiao, but ordinary people still did not dare to look down on the young master of the Zhong family.
That's the famous Zhong family! They can stomp a lot of people with just one stomp of their feet.
"Mr. Zhong, please, we have reserved a private room for you."
"No, I'll sit in the lobby."
Zhong Yi pointed to the last table near the large glass window. It was more hidden and could not be found unless you looked carefully.
"Okay, no problem. If you have any other requests, please let me know. I'll get you a menu right away."
"Thanks."
Zhong Yi moves very slowly. He didn't use a wheelchair when he went out today, and he looked even worse after the morning's tossing and turning.
Wan Jiang followed behind him and said softly, "Master, how about I help you?"
"No need, I can still walk."
It's just a slower walk.
After hearing this, Wan Jiang didn't dare to say anything more, otherwise it would be too difficult to appease this ancestor if he got angry.
Zhong Yi's expression was indifferent, and if you looked closely, he seemed a bit indifferent.
He was suffering from illness and wasn't in a good mood. But he wasn't usually a bloodthirsty or arrogant person, so people who didn't know him wouldn't notice much. At most, they would think he was just a quiet person.
Wan Jiang moved the chair away and let him sit down.
Then he sat on the other side.
The waiter quickly brought the menu and poured them each a glass of lemonade.
"Mr. Zhong, let me introduce you to our restaurant's signature dishes. The customers all rave about them. Let's start with this..."
"Is there any porridge?"
"What?" The waiter was stunned.
Zhong Yi looked up and asked again, "Do you have any white porridge?"
The waiter heard clearly this time, "You mean white porridge?"
"Well, I want to eat something light today. Can you make it?"
"Yes! Of course! Just tell me!"
The waiter was shocked but nodded.
"Can you make a few more side dishes?"
“Sure, sure!”
After opening the restaurant for so long, this is the first time I’ve heard of people coming to a Western restaurant to drink white porridge.
But since he likes it so much, he can agree to any request. Even if he wants to eat donkey rolls in a western restaurant, he can satisfy it.
The waiter hurried away and conveyed Zhong Yi's request to the kitchen staff. The chef wanted to curse, but when he heard that the other party was the young master of the Zhong family, he immediately stopped.
These young masters are so willful!
Why go to a Western restaurant if you want to drink white porridge? There are plenty of porridge shops out there. He also needs to use all his skills to make this pot of white porridge, otherwise what will happen if that Zhong Shao gets angry and turns their Western restaurant upside down?
The small clay pot contained porridge made with the best rice.
The only skill in making the porridge was to master the heat; the most important thing was the side dishes. The chef had racked his brains to prepare six side dishes, some light, some sour, some spicy, some soft, some hard, all sorts of flavors. The main thing was not knowing what flavors this young master Zhong liked.
"Okay, the food will be served soon. Please don't keep our distinguished guests waiting too long."
"yes."
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In the restaurant lobby, Wan Jiang asked the waiter to replace the glass of lemonade he liked with boiled water.
"Mr. Zhong, please drink less lemonade now."
Wan Jiang said as he looked outside: "Here they are! They are coming!"
Two luxury cars arrived outside one after another. Pei Gan, without any gentlemanly manners, walked into the western restaurant first. He didn't even bother to check on the young lady from the Feng family in the back. There seemed to be someone else in the Pei family's luxury car, perhaps an elder from the family who came to supervise the blind date.
The two young men entered the western restaurant one after another and chose the table they liked near the front. The tables were separated by green plants, making them appear vaguely visible.
The sound insulation is not very good.
Pei Gan was sitting facing the entrance of the western restaurant with his back to Zhong Yi.
Feng Nanxi was sitting opposite him.
The little girl was lively and lovely, with bright eyes and a charming look. She looked quite pretty, but she was very young.
She didn't dress up at all and came with her bare face, a pair of black-framed glasses covering most of her face.
She was wearing a loose and casual coat and her hair was tied up casually.
She sat down, leaned back in her chair and looked through the menu of the Western restaurant.
He didn't even look at Pei Gan.
Pei Gan was a well-known dandy in the capital, surrounded by many beautiful women, and he had dated many innocent college students. The first time he saw such an unkempt girl, his handsome face darkened even more.
He said angrily, "Hey! Do you have any manners when you put on makeup before meeting a guest?"
Feng Nanxi put the menu down, raised her large glasses and looked at him, saying, "You don't know my name? Who are you feeding me? Your upbringing isn't that good either."
Good job.
The first time I saw someone on a blind date, I started to challenge them with the first sentence.
Wan Jiang couldn't help but prick up his ears to listen to what kind of verbal battle was going on next door.
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