Chapter 85 The head chef went to celebrate Miss Ying Zijing's birthday.
"The chef's team just flew to China this morning," the counter lady said apologetically. "We really can't provide you with the chef's menu."
Zhong Manhua suppressed her anger and maintained her composure: "Then what about my reservation?"
"That's right," the counter lady explained. "Because this incident happened so suddenly, we didn't expect it, and it is indeed the restaurant's responsibility."
She was actually quite puzzled, wondering which important figure could have mobilized the entire chef team.
Restaurants of The Gordon Ramsay's caliber are so popular that guests are willing to fly abroad to experience them.
Adhering to the principle that "the customer is king," the counter lady smiled and said, "However, the chef's menu is actually already unavailable when you make your reservation, because the restaurant is also participating in a TV food program at the moment, and the chef can't spare the time."
After a pause, she said tactfully, "Please take another look. What you actually booked is the second-tier sous chef's menu."
Zhong Manhua was taken aback upon hearing this.
She then glanced at her phone and realized that she had indeed ordered the sous chef's menu.
A wave of extreme embarrassment washed over her, and her face flushed red.
Although the chef's menu and the sous chef's menu differ by only one word, they are actually quite different.
The chef's menu features dishes prepared by the chef himself, using only the finest ingredients.
"I checked, and you're coming from Shanghai. The chef's team happens to be going to Shanghai and will be staying there for three days," the receptionist said. "How about this, let me make some contact for you?"
Zhong Manhua was slightly taken aback: "You went to Shanghai?"
She traveled thousands of miles to Ozhou, only to find that the head chef had gone to Shanghai?
"You mentioned needing a birthday cake when you made your reservation, so you must be celebrating a birthday, right?" The counter lady nodded. "The chef's team went to Shanghai to celebrate a lady's birthday, what a coincidence."
Zhong Manhua was even more embarrassed.
She wanted to celebrate Xiaoxuan's birthday, so she had to book online two months in advance.
For other people's birthdays, the chef team can personally make a trip.
What kind of difference is this?
If it's the big, wealthy families in Beijing, that's fine, but what about Shanghai?
Zhong Manhua thought for a long time but couldn't figure out who had such a big attitude.
Actually, she didn't necessarily have to go to The Gordon Ramsay restaurant; there are many Michelin three-star restaurants in Europe that are world-renowned.
But her not coming is completely different from being rejected.
The latter was slapping her in the face.
"No."
Zhong Manhua was disgusted and even more embarrassed.
After hastily uttering three words, he picked up his bag and left.
The receptionist was a little puzzled, but she didn't say anything and continued to serve other customers.
**
The next day.
At noon, the students of Class 19 were invited to a small courtyard.
Artificial hills and green waters, birdsong, and a gentle breeze rustling through the trees.
This is one of the Fu family's properties.
The small courtyard is warm in winter and cool in summer. Although it is not large, it is considered a cultural relic due to its age and excellent location, making it worth more than a billion.
The Fu family's dozen or so siblings all coveted this small courtyard and fought over it for a long time, but Old Master Fu never made a move.
But in the end, no one expected that without saying a word, Old Master Fu would skip over his son Fu Mingcheng and directly give the prize to Fu Yunshen.
This made the young masters of the Fu family and his generation extremely envious, but they could do nothing about it and could only secretly hate him.
Fu Mingcheng really wanted to use his father's status to get Fu Yunshen to hand over the small courtyard, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.
Especially since Grandpa Fu is still alive, there are some things we can't do too harshly; we have to save face.
There are two long tables in the middle of the courtyard, enough to seat fifty students.
A red silk cloth was laid on the table, and wine glasses, plates, and cutlery were placed in front of each person.
Lobster tail, scallops with white sauce and pan-fried white asparagus, spicy red wine braised lamb shank, truffle chocolate...
It even included several bottles of Domaine de la Romanée-Conti red wine, each priced at over $30,000.
Not only that, but there were also waiters dressed in tailcoats waiting on the side, giving it the feel of a royal banquet in an African country.
Even Jiang Ran was stunned.
It's not that he hasn't experienced it; he even had the privilege of eating a genuine Manchu Han Imperial Feast in the capital.
The problem is, who would invite such high-class and sophisticated guests to a courtyard house?
"I want to take pictures, I want to post them on Weibo." The young man deftly pulled out his phone, almost crying. "This is the first time I've ever eaten at a Michelin three-star restaurant."
Jiang Ran had a sour face.
He glanced at Fu Yunshen and snorted coldly.
A shameless scoundrel who deceives people with his looks.
He won't fall for it.
"Brother Ran, aren't you going to eat?" The younger brother was eating with great relish, but seeing Jiang Ran not moving, he became greedy. "If you're not going to eat, give it to me."
He reached out to grab it, but Jiang Ran slapped his hand away.
"Get out!" Jiang Ran's face darkened. "Who said I'm not eating? What's mine is mine, and what's yours is yours too."
The younger brother looked completely bewildered.
By the time he realized what was happening, Jiang Ran had already taken his plate away.
Brother: "..."
He wanted to cry.
Ying Zijing propped herself up on her elbow as she watched a group of silly kids devour their food. Then she turned her head to look at the man, raising an eyebrow slightly: "I'm quite curious, who are you?"
“Hmm—” Fu Yun Shen pondered for a moment, “My brother is the kind of guy who is good-looking and rich, and can afford to raise children.”
He paused, then slowly added two more words: "A good person."
"..."
**
Once March is over, the arts festival will be just around the corner.
Each class submitted their entries, which were then compiled by the student council and submitted to the art group.
Not many students from the gifted class participated in the competition because studying was more important to them.
They won't waste their time at the arts festival unless they're really interested.
Therefore, Zhong Zhiwan's participation in the gala this time surprised many students in the elite class.
If Zhong Zhiwan participates, is there any chance for anyone else?
Zhong Zhiwan pretended not to hear these words and went to the student council office.
There were many entries, divided into various categories such as calligraphy, traditional Chinese painting, oil painting, and printmaking. Organizing them was no easy task, and the department heads and their members were extremely busy.
"Zhiwan," the head of the Literature and Art Department greeted him before continuing with his work.
Zhong Zhiwan asked, seemingly casually, "Where is the calligraphy?"
"It's over there, all sorted out."
"Hmm, let me see."
Zhong Zhi flipped through the pages before going to bed and shook his head.
What is this written?
A bunch of pretentious, vulgar charlatans.
She really shouldn't have acted impulsively and lowered herself to participate in the arts festival just because Ying Zijing was participating.
Although these characters are not very well written, they are still better than Ying Zijin's.
People from small county towns, how could they possibly know anything about calligraphy?
Zhong Zhiwan flipped through the pages faster and faster, but it became increasingly boring, until she saw an unfolded scroll.
It is a very simple poem.
But the characters were grand and majestic, like dragons and phoenixes dancing, penetrating to the core.
Zhong Zhiwan was taken aback, her gaze shifting downwards to the name in the lower right corner.
Her hand suddenly recoiled, gripping the scroll tightly.
(End of this chapter)
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