"The chef team just flew to China this morning," the lady at the counter apologized, "so we really can't provide you with the chef's menu."
Zhong Manhua suppressed her anger and maintained her composure: "What about my reservation?"
"That's right," the lady at the counter explained, "because this incident happened suddenly and we didn't expect it, it is indeed the restaurant's fault."
She was actually quite confused and didn't know which big shot could mobilize the entire team of chefs.
For a restaurant of the level of The Gordon Raay, customers are willing to fly abroad to taste it.
Adhering to the principle that customers are God, the counter lady smiled and said, "However, the chef's menu was actually unavailable when you made the reservation because the restaurant is also participating in a TV food show and the chef can't spare the time."
After a pause, she said politely, "Take a closer look. You actually ordered the second-level sous chef menu."
Hearing this, Zhong Manhua was stunned.
Then she checked her phone and saw that she had indeed ordered the sous chef menu.
Suddenly, great embarrassment came over me and my face turned red.
Although there is only one word difference between the chef's menu and the sous chef's menu, there is actually a huge difference between them.
The chef's menu is prepared by the chef himself, and the ingredients are also top-notch.
"I've taken a look and I see that you are from Shanghai. The chef team is going to Shanghai and will stay there for three days." The lady at the counter said, "How about this? I'll contact them for you?"
Zhong Manhua was slightly surprised: "He went to Shanghai?"
She traveled thousands of miles to continent O, but the chef went to Shanghai?
"When you made the reservation, you noted that you needed a birthday cake. You must be celebrating a birthday, right?" The lady at the counter nodded. "The chef team went to Shanghai to celebrate a lady's birthday. What a coincidence."
Zhong Manhua felt even more embarrassed.
She wanted to celebrate Xiaoxuan's birthday, so she had to make a reservation online two months in advance.
When it’s someone else’s birthday, they can ask the chef team to fly over in person.
What is the gap?
If it’s the wealthy families in the capital, it’s okay, but what about Shanghai?
Zhong Manhua thought for a long time but couldn't figure out who would be so arrogant.
In fact, she didn't have to go to the Gordon Raay restaurant. There are many Michelin three-star restaurants in Europe that are world-famous.
But her not coming is completely different from being rejected.
The latter was a slap in her face.
"No."
Zhong Manhua was already disgusted and even more embarrassed.
After hurriedly saying these three words, he left with his bag.
The lady at the counter was a little puzzled, but 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.
There are rockery and green water, birds singing, and the breeze blowing through the trees.
This is a property of the Fu family.
The small courtyard is warm in winter and cool in summer. Although it is not big, it is considered a cultural relic because of its age and its location is excellent. Its value is over 10 billion.
More than a dozen brothers and sisters in the Fu family all took a fancy to this small courtyard and fought for it for a long time, but Grandpa Fu did not say a word.
But in the end, no one expected that Mr. Fu didn't even say a word, and even his son Fu Mingcheng bypassed him and gave it directly to Fu Yunshen.
This made the young masters of the Fu family and his generation extremely jealous, but there was nothing they could do and they could only hate him secretly.
Fu Mingcheng really wanted to use his father's status to force Fu Yunshen to hand over the small courtyard, but he couldn't bring himself to do so.
Especially since Mr. Fu is still alive, some things cannot be done so drastically and one has to save face.
There are two long tables in the middle of the courtyard, enough to seat fifty students.
The table was covered with red silk cloth, and wine glasses, plates, knives and forks were placed in front of each person in order.
Lobster tail, pan-fried white asparagus with scallops and white sauce, lamb shanks braised in spicy red wine, truffle chocolate...
There were even a few bottles of red wine from Domaine Romanee-Conti, each bottle costing more than US$30,000.
Not only that, there were waiters in tuxedos waiting on the side, giving it the appearance of a royal court banquet in Europe.
Even Jiang Ran was shocked.
It's not that he hasn't experienced this before. He even had the honor of attending a state banquet in the imperial capital.
But the question is, who would invite such high-end and classy guests to a courtyard house?
"I want to take pictures and post on Weibo." The younger brother quickly took out his phone and almost cried, "This is the first time I've eaten food from a Michelin three-star restaurant."
Jiang Ran had a sour face.
He looked at Fu Yunshen and snorted coldly.
A shameless person who relies on his looks to deceive people.
He won't be fooled.
"Brother Ran, don't you want to eat?" The younger brother was eating so deliciously. Seeing Jiang Ran not moving, he became greedy. "If you don't want to eat, give it to me."
He stretched out his hand to grab it, but Jiang Ran opened it.
"Get lost!" Jiang Ran's face was dark. "Who said I don't want to eat anymore? Mine is mine, give me yours too."
The younger brother was confused.
By the time he reacted, his plate had already been taken away by Jiang Ran.
Younger brother: “…”
He wants to cry.
Ying Zijin leaned on his elbows and watched a group of silly kids eating crazily. Then he tilted his head and looked at the man with a slightly raised eyebrow: "I'm curious, who are you?"
"Hmm..." Fu Yunshen hesitated for a moment, "My brother is the kind of guy who has a good-looking face and is rich, and can afford to raise a child."
After a pause, he added two more words slowly: "Good man."
“…”
——
Once March is over, the art festival is approaching.
Each class submitted their entries, which were sorted by the Student Union and then handed over to the Art Group.
Not many people from the gifted classes participated in the competition because studying is more important to them.
Unless they are interested, they won't waste their time at the art festival.
Therefore, many students in the elite class were surprised when Zhong Zhi participated in the evening party this time.
Once Zhong Zhiwan participates in the competition, do others still have a chance?
Zhong Zhiwan pretended not to hear these words and went to the Student Union office.
There were a lot of entries, divided into many categories including calligraphy, Chinese painting, oil painting, printmaking, etc. It was not an easy task to sort them out. Several ministers and their staff were busy and exhausted.
"Zhi Wan." The Minister of Culture and Art greeted him and went on with his work.
Zhong Zhiwan asked intentionally or unintentionally: "Where is the calligraphy?"
"It's over there, it's been sorted out."
"Well, let me see."
Zhong Zhi flipped through the pages before nightfall and shook his head.
What is written here?
A bunch of pretentious and vulgar stuff.
She really shouldn't have been so impulsive as to lower her status and participate in the art festival just because Ying Zijin came to participate.
Although these characters are not written very well, they are still better than Ying Zijin's.
How could someone from a small county know calligraphy?
Zhong Zhiwan flipped the pages faster and faster, becoming more and more bored, until she saw an unfolded scroll.
It is a very simple poem.
But the writing is majestic, vigorous and vivid.
Zhong Zhiwan was stunned, his eyes moved downwards, and he saw the name in the lower right corner.
Her hand suddenly shrank and she tightly grasped the scroll.
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