Chen Ze smiled and said, "I love how naive you are. That's a side dish for a Cantonese hot pot called 'stone olive.' You can just eat the chicken at the bottom of the pot. I didn't ask you to eat the side dish."
Zhang Guoheng said calmly, "There's nothing I can do. I'm from the countryside. If I could have this kind of morning tea every day, I would be incredibly happy."
"Young people, keep working hard, and I believe that day will come."
The two ate for half an hour. Zhang Guoheng rubbed his stomach and said, "I'm so full, Lao Chen. Thanks for the treat. I'm going to go back to work now."
Chen Ze waved his hand: "Go ahead, be careful on the road."
After Zhang Guoheng left, he smoked a cigarette before getting up to go to the front desk to pay the bill.
He strolled leisurely up to the receptionist. "Beautiful lady, how much is room 201?"
There was a photo album in front of the cashier, and the photos in the album were of Chen Ze. The boss had told her that she didn't need to charge him if she saw someone in the album.
So when the cashier noticed that he looked just like the person in the photo album, she immediately smiled and said, "Hello, Mr. Chen, you don't need to pay for your meal here."
"How did you know my surname is Chen?" he asked, somewhat puzzled.
The cashier simply turned the photo album over to him and said softly, "It's written on the photos."
Chen Ze took the photo album and looked at it, then cursed, "Your boss has lost his mind. I'm not even dead yet, and he's already worshipping me. You ask him if he's planning to put me on an altar."
"Pfft!"
The cashier covered her mouth and laughed, "Mr. Chen, you're so funny."
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