Zhao Shuai's friend had been waiting outside the Chinese restaurant for a long time, and as soon as he saw the military vehicle coming, he immediately went to greet it.
Seeing his friend, he said, "You're here?"
"Well, let me introduce you. This is my boss, this is my sister-in-law, and this is my nephew."
"Hello, boss, hello, sister-in-law, hello, nephew. The food has been ordered. Please don't be shy, boss and sister-in-law. I've admired you for a long time, so I thought I'd treat you to a meal."
No wonder he's a big business tycoon; he's incredibly shrewd.
He's quite similar to Instructor Zhao, both in personality—active, quick-witted, intelligent, tactful, and never offending anyone.
"How could we let you treat us? We're the ones who asked you for help, so we should be the ones treating you," Ye Wanying said with a smile.
The man immediately replied, "Same here. It's only right for me to treat you and your wife to a meal, and it's even more right for me to help you. It's not a matter of helping or not helping."
Zhao Shuai leaned on his friend: "Shanzi, that's enough. My boss and his wife are not like those superficial businessmen you associate with. His wife said she's treating, so you just need to eat."
Otherwise, wouldn't that create chaos? If someone with ulterior motives saw this, they might accuse the eldest sister-in-law of accepting bribes.
So, Instructor Zhao really thinks far ahead, nipping any bad ideas in the bud and not giving them a chance to take root and sprout.
This friend of Instructor Zhao must be a regular at this private restaurant. After all, someone who can book a private room at such a restaurant is definitely not an ordinary person.
Having a private room was a relief; at least, there was no need to worry about my husband and Instructor Zhao being recognized.
Sure enough, a table full of freshly served dishes was steaming hot.
"Boss, sister-in-law, want some wine? I just brought a bottle of red wine that was sent back from France."
Ye Wanying shook her head and said with a smile, "Don't drink and drive. How about some beverage? By the way, I still don't know your name."
The man slapped his forehead in frustration: "I forgot, I really forgot, I'm so sorry, my name is Qian You, my nickname is Shanzi, you can just call me Shanzi, sister-in-law."
Does Qian You mean Qian You or You are rich?
That's a pretty good name.
Instead of immediately getting down to business, everyone enjoyed a lively and pleasant meal.
It has to be said that the food in this private restaurant tastes different from other small restaurants. It's fragrant, crisp, tender, smooth but not greasy, and melts in your mouth. It really lives up to its name.
Tuanzi really likes that small pot of chicken soup, which is stewed with yam. The broth is very thick, and it's cooked like milk. You can tell at a glance that it must have been simmered for a long time, otherwise, it wouldn't taste like that.
The little man seemed completely uninterested in the other dishes.
Ye Wanying's eyes twitched as she watched, worried that her son would drink too much chicken soup and get sick, so she put some green vegetables into the little boy's bowl: "Eat it all, don't leave any!"
Ye Wanying had long since tamed the little guy's picky eating habits; even if he didn't like something, he would force himself to eat some.
With a pitiful expression, she picked up the vegetables she didn't like and ate them with a crunching sound.
By this time, the group had almost finished eating, so they naturally got down to business.
Qian Youren is shrewd; he took the initiative to ask, "Boss, sister-in-law, what style are you planning to decorate the house?"
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