Chapter 25: Is sorry useful?

In just less than two or three days, the entire Kings Palace has changed dramatically.

When I stood outside the Kingsley Palace in the past, the entire Chinese restaurant looked so golden and dazzling.

But now, looking over there, those golden and green bricks and tiles were gone. The workers were busy renovating the exterior of the restaurant, while Huang Tianshun was nervously directing the work between the two stone lions at the door.

"Old Huang." Yang Huan walked over.

"Oh, Young Master Huan is here!" Huang Tianshun immediately smiled as soon as he saw Yang Huan.

He could see that Yang Huan had invested heavily in this Chinese restaurant and was determined to make a name for himself.

"It's quite a big noise." Yang Huan was in a good mood. The more lively it was, the happier he felt.

"Master Huan ordered us to do so, so we dare not be careless."

Yang Huan looked around and nodded, "Well, all the golden things have been removed. It looks like a temple, which is unappetizing. And the green ones are not in line with our traditional Chinese culture."

"Yeah." Huang Tianshun agreed readily.

"Where's Zhang Ning?" Yang Huan saw her when he went out in the morning and missed her strangely.

"Ms. Zhang is looking at the design drawings inside."

Yang Huan patted his shoulder and walked towards the restaurant, "You continue to be busy, I'll go in and take a look."

The entire Chinese restaurant was being renovated not only on the outside but also on the inside, with banging and pounding sounds everywhere.

Yang Huan and Long Wu walked in one after another and went straight to the second floor. They opened the door and went in without knocking.

Long Wu was standing guard at the door very consciously.

"I was so scared. Who did you think it was?" Zhang Ning was startled by Yang Huan's sudden appearance and glared at him. "Can't you just knock on the door?"

Yang Huan walked forward with a grin, stretched out his hand and pretended to help her take the photo, but Zhang Ning slapped his hand away. This girl is becoming more and more bold now, and has begun to learn to say no.

"I'm here for a surprise inspection. I'm worried that you're dating another man behind my back." As he spoke, he sat directly on the desk in front of Zhang Ning.

"Pervert!" Zhang Ning reached out and pulled at his T-shirt.

"I wish I had time for a date. You see, there are so many requirements. The entire Chinese restaurant, from the decoration to the layout to all the details of the operation, is all done by me alone. Do you think I'm a god?"

Yang Huan tilted his head. Is it complicated?

In fact, it is very simple for him. Isn't it just spending money?

Anyway, the money has been spent, so naturally someone will do things for him.

But Zhang Ning didn't think so. She felt that since Yang Huan had given her the responsibility for all things, she had to keep a close eye on them and wanted to do everything well. As a result, naturally there would be more things to do.

"Is that so?" Yang Huan said with a sigh. "It's simple. I'll have someone find two secretaries for you. They'll stay by your side and obey your orders 24 hours a day. And you'll obey mine 24 hours a day."

Zhang Ning felt like he had lost to him. Besides spending money, could this guy be a bit constructive?

She knew that if she continued to follow him on some topic, she would end up suffering, so she changed the subject.

"I've done some research. The British have always had a light taste. In addition, there have been more and more obese people in the UK in recent years, and the demand for healthy diets has also been getting higher and higher. So when it comes to choosing dishes, I think it's better to keep it light."

Yang Huan smiled, "Isn't that what I said at the beginning? Make each dish a little less and make it more exquisite. People like this style now. Eating less can also help lose weight, which is a good thing."

"What about the name of the restaurant?" Zhang Ning admitted that Yang Huan was right about this.

However, she felt that Yang Huan must have been lucky to guess it right.

"It used to be called Jinhan Palace, which sounded very luxurious. Now that we want to change our business style, we must change the name as well."

Yang Huan thought about it seriously and said, "Yes, let's call it Youjian Inn."

"Please, we are a restaurant, not an inn. Do you think we are a hotel?" Zhang Ning sat on the chair and leaned back.

From her expression, you can tell that she is very tired.

"Then why not call it the Imperial Kitchen?"

"It's too big. We can't afford it. Besides, foreigners don't understand what your imperial kitchen is."

"So what's your name?"

"No."

"Tell me, what are you afraid of?"

"Han Shang Gong." After she said that, she glanced at Yang Huan shyly.

Yang Huan was stunned when he heard it, and didn't react at first, but he soon figured it out and immediately burst into laughter.

"Ms. Zhang, we are talking about Chinese food. You think it's Dae Jang Geum, smite."

Zhang Ning gave me an expression that said, "I knew you would say that," and said, "Then come up with a name for yourself."

After Yang Huan laughed, he also felt a headache. The name couldn't be too difficult to pronounce, nor too hard to understand, but it couldn't be too vulgar either. It was really not easy.

Looking up, not far outside the window is Southampton's Test River, and next door is the sailboat and yacht dock of the International Sailing Federation headquarters. The weather is good today, so there should be many sailboats and yachts out to sea.

"Wangjiang Pavilion, what do you think of this name?" Yang Huan had a flash of inspiration and came up with this name.

"Wangjiang Pavilion?" Zhang Ning repeated it softly several times, and it seemed not bad.

It has a flavor and connotation.

Yang Huan also found it interesting. This was the kind of low-key yet profound style he wanted.

"How is it?" He was a little proud.

Zhang Ning also thought it was pretty good, but pretended to be calm, "It's just okay, if you like it, just use it."

"If you like it, just use it." Yang Huan repeated in her tone.

Zhang Ning chuckled and felt both angry and amused. She clenched her right fist and was about to hit him, but was afraid that he would take the opportunity to flirt with her. In the end, she could only grunt twice and let it go. She had no way to deal with Yang Huan anyway.

"Is it so difficult to praise me? Besides, I'm a soft-hearted person. If you praise me a few times and I'm happy, won't you be free?" Yang Huan laughed ambiguously.

Zhang Ning's face flushed red, and she only then remembered that she had an appointment with Yang Huan, and her heart began to beat like a deer.

If Yang Huan hadn't mentioned it, she would have almost forgotten about it.

Coming to a foreign country, and interacting with Yang Huan every day, she seemed not to be as repulsive to him as before.

"Hey, take another look at this." After Zhang Ning got over her embarrassment, she turned around and pushed the four plastic-wrapped design drawings on the table in front of Yang Huan.

One of the photos is of the exterior wall decoration, which is designed in an unconventional way. At first glance, it looks very modern, but if you look closely, you can see a strong Chinese style hidden in it.

Especially for the quaint wooden signboard, the designer suggested writing the Chinese store name with a brush, and then writing small English notes below.

The same is true for the interior layout of the entire restaurant, which maintains a modern style but is filled with a large number of Chinese elements, such as screens, wooden cabinets, velvet dining tables and chairs, blue and white porcelain vases, etc., and some ancient calligraphy works are hung on the walls. As for the tableware that customers directly touch, they use exquisite Chinese porcelain tableware and bowls and chopsticks, and refuse Western knives and forks.

Interestingly, the side behind the Chinese restaurant facing the Test River was originally vacant, but the designer now proposes to transform it into an open-air restaurant. Chinese-style glass lamp posts printed with various patterns stand on the banks of the Test River, like lighthouses on the riverside and also an embellishment of the open-air restaurant.

"I like this design very much." Zhang Ning gave direct praise, which was rare. "She used a more modern way that is more easily accepted by Westerners to inject traditional Chinese style, such as lightness, elegance, tranquility and nobility."

"What I want is not just a meal, but a perfect combination of vision and taste, with novel and delicious food, superb cooking skills and beautiful environment."

After seeing Yang Huan nod, Zhang Ning also plucked up the courage and continued.

"Next, I plan to ask Lao Huang to hire a few more Chinese chefs to work together to research special Chinese cuisine. We want to make top-notch Chinese cuisine that will be praised by Westerners."

After listening to this, Yang Huan put down the design drawing in his hand and stared at Zhang Ning without blinking.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Ning was very surprised, thinking there was something dirty on his face.

"Do you feel..."

"What do you feel?"

Yang Huan laughed, "I feel like you are becoming more and more like me now!"

Zhang Ning's face flushed again, and she complained coquettishly, "Only ghosts look like you!"

But I couldn't help but ask myself in my heart, am I really becoming more and more influenced by him?

It seems to be true!

However, this influence does not seem to be a bad thing.

"Just do as you wish!" Yang Huan doesn't like to waste his brain or talk too much. He will try it if he thinks there is an opportunity.

What’s the use of having many ideas if you don’t dare to try?

"Oh, by the way, who designed this blueprint?" Yang Huan suddenly became interested in the designer. This person is good, with delicate thinking, especially the things he designed are very impressive.

"Mr. Huang gave it to me. He said his daughter had designed it for him before, but the investment cost was too high, so he didn't dare to use it."

"His daughter?" It was the first time Yang Huan heard that he had a daughter.

In fact, Yang Huan and Huang Tianshun only met a few times from beginning to end.

"His daughter's name seems to be Huang Ying, and she is studying at the School of Engineering at the University of Southampton."

As if she was afraid that Yang Huan didn't understand, she added, "Although the University of Southampton is not as famous as Oxford and Cambridge, their School of Engineering is well-known in the UK and even the world."

"Really?" Yang Huan really didn't know.

British education is famous all over the world, so Southampton is really good.

"How are their computers and software?" Yang Huan thought of mobile games, and he needed talents in this area.

"The University of Southampton is one of the best in the UK in terms of computer science and electronics, and some areas are world-class. The founder of the Internet graduated from the University of Southampton. Multinational companies such as Philips and IBM have set up research institutes and branches here because they value the talents cultivated by the University of Southampton."

This was beyond Yang Huan's expectations, because the only names he could pronounce were Oxford and Cambridge. He did not expect that the University of Southampton would be so awesome, after all, it is an old capitalist country.

"Huang Ying." Yang Huan read the name.

"What do you want to do?" Zhang Ning looked alert. This guy was not a good person.

Yang Huan knew what she was thinking when he saw her expression. "Wow, what are you thinking about? I just want her to help recruit some R&D talents for mobile games."

"Mobile games?" Zhang Ning was a little surprised.

"Yes, Long Wu has been bored recently, so I plan to develop some mobile games for him to play. Is that not okay?" Yang Huan answered with confidence.

Zhang Ning simply couldn't understand the thoughts of this super rich second-generation man. They were so jumpy and a million times unreliable.

"You are really weird. Look at Mr. and Mrs. Huang. Do you think their daughter can be pretty? Do you really think I am so hungry that I will eat anything?" Yang Huan looked at Zhang Ning with eyes full of sadness of not being understood.

"Besides, if I'm really starving, I might as well eat you instead of looking for someone else? Go!"

Zhang Ning felt that he had misunderstood after being scolded like this. He felt a little embarrassed and said with a red face, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry? Is sorry useful? If sorry is useful, then why do we need the police?" Yang Huan was unyielding.

"So what do you want?"

"Unless you... hehe..."

Just at this moment, Yang Huan's cell phone rang at an inopportune time.

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