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Chapter 85 The Chef Went to Celebrate Ms. Ying Zijin's Birthday

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    "Just this morning, the chef team flew to Huaguo." The counter lady apologized, "It's really impossible to provide you with the chef's menu."

    Zhong Manhua suppressed her anger and maintained her demeanor: "Then what about my reservation?"

    "It's like this." The counter lady explained, "Because this incident happened suddenly, and we didn't expect it. It is indeed the responsibility of the restaurant."

    In fact, she was quite puzzled, and she didn't know which big shot could make the entire team of chefs mobilize.

    For a restaurant of the gordon ramsay level, even if they want to go abroad, the guests are willing to fly to taste it.

    Adhering to the principle that the customer is God, the counter lady smiled and said: "However, when you make a reservation, the chef's menu is actually already unavailable, because the restaurant is also participating in a TV food show for a while, and the chef can't tell the difference.  Make time."

    After a pause, she said tactfully: "Look carefully again, what you ordered is actually a second-level sous chef's menu."

    Hearing this sentence, Zhong Manhua was taken aback.

    Then she glanced at her phone and found that she really ordered the sous chef's menu.

    Immediately great embarrassment welled up in my heart, and my face flushed all of a sudden.

    Although the difference between the chef's menu and the sous chef's menu is just one word, there is actually a big gap.

    The chef's menu is cooked by the chef himself, and the ingredients are also top-notch.

    "I took a look. The guest is still from Shanghai. The chef team happened to be going to Shanghai and will stay there for three days." The counter lady said again, "Why don't I get in touch with you?"

    Zhong Manhua was slightly taken aback: "To Shanghai?"

    She traveled thousands of miles to Ozhou, but the chef went to Shanghai?

    "When you made the reservation, you said that you need a birthday cake. It should be for a birthday celebration?" The counter lady nodded, "The chef 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 go online and make a reservation two months in advance.

    Others celebrate their birthdays, but the chef team can fly there in person.

    What is this gap?

    If it is said that the big families in the imperial capital are okay, but Shanghai City?

    Zhong Manhua thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't figure out who had such a big airs.

    In fact, she doesn't have to have the Gordon Ramsay restaurant. There are many Michelin three-star restaurants in Ozhou, all of which are world-renowned.

    But her not coming is not the same as being rejected.

    The latter was slapping her in the face.

    "No."

    Zhong Manhua lost his appetite, and even lost face.

    After hastily throwing down three words, he left with his bag.

    The counter lady was a little puzzled, but she didn't say anything, and continued to receive other guests.

    **

    The next day.

    At noon, the students of class 19 were invited to a small courtyard.

    The rockery is green and the water is green, the birds are singing, and the breeze is blowing past the trees.

    This is a property owned by 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. The location is excellent, and its value is more than one billion.

    More than a dozen brothers and sisters of the Fu family all fell in love with this small courtyard and fought for a long time, but Mr. Fu didn't move.

    But in the end, no one expected that Mr. Fu didn't even say anything, and even his son Fu Mingcheng passed by and gave it directly to Fu Yunshen.

    This made the Fu family and his young masters of the same generation jealous, but they had no choice but to secretly hate it.

    Fu Mingcheng really wanted to use his father's status to get Fu Yunshen to hand over this small courtyard, but he couldn't hold back that face.

    Especially with Mr. Fu still alive, some things can't be done so absolutely, and the face must be passed.

    There are two long tables in the middle of the courtyard, enough for fifty students to sit down.

    The table was covered with red silk cloth, and wine glasses, plates, knives and forks were placed in front of everyone in turn.

    ? Lobster tail, fried white asparagus with scallops in white sauce, lamb shank braised in spicy red wine, chocolate truffle

    There are even a few bottles of red wine from the Romanee-Conti winery, and the price of each bottle is more than 30,000 US dollars.

    Not only that, but there were also waiters in tuxedos waiting by the side, which was like a royal palace banquet in Ozhou.

    Even Jiang Ran was shocked.

    It's not that he has never experienced it. He was lucky enough to have a state banquet in the imperial capital.

    But the question is, who would invite such high-end and elegant guests in the courtyard???

    "I want to take pictures, and I want to post on Weibo." The younger brother quickly took out his mobile phone and almost cried, "This is the first time I have eaten food from a Michelin three-star restaurant."

    Jiang Ran had a stinky face.

    He looked at Fu Yunshen and snorted coldly.

    A shameless person who deceives people with his face.

    He will not be fooled.

    "Brother Ran, don't you want to eat?" The younger brother ate so deliciously, seeing Jiang Ran motionless, he became greedy, "You don't want to eat for me."

    He stretched out his hand to grab it, and Jiang Ran opened it.

    "Get out!" Jiang Ran's face was very dark, "Who said I don't want to eat? What's mine is mine, and what's yours is mine too."

    The little brother was dumbfounded.

    By the time he realized it, all his plates had been taken away by Jiang Ran.

    Little brother: ""

    He wanted to cry.

    Ying Zijin leaned his elbows to watch a group of silly children eating wildly, then turned his head, looked at the man, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "I'm curious, who are you?"

    "Well¡ª¡ª" Fu Yunshen pondered for a while, "My brother is the kind who has a good face and money, and can afford to support children."

    Paused, and slowly added two words: "Good man."

    ""

    **

    Once March is over, the art festival is approaching.

    All classes handed in their entries, and after the student union sorted them out, they handed them over to the art group.

    Not many people participated in the elite class, because for them, learning is more important.

    Unless they are interested, they will not waste their time on art festivals.

    Therefore, participating in the Zhongzhi Gala this time surprised many students in the elite class.

    As soon as Zhong Zhi participates in the competition, is it possible for others?

    Zhong Zhiwanquan went to the student union office when he didn't hear these words.

    There are a lot of entries, which are divided into calligraphy, traditional Chinese painting, oil painting, printmaking and many other categories. It is not an easy task to organize them. Several ministers and their staff are very busy.

    "Zhiwan." The Minister of Arts and Culture greeted him, and continued to work.

    Zhong Zhiwan asked intentionally or unintentionally: "Where is the calligraphy?"

    "Over there, it's already sorted out."

    "Well, let me see."

    Zhong Zhi turned over the night before, and shook his head.

    What is it all about?

    A bunch of arty vulgar stuff.

    She really shouldn't have lowered her status to participate in the art festival just because Ying Zijin came to the competition.

    However, although these words are not well written, they are always better than Ying Zijin.

    People who come from small towns, how can they know calligraphy?

    Zhong Zhiwan turned faster and faster, and became more and more boring, until she saw an unfolded scroll.

    is a very simple poem.

    But that word is majestic, flamboyant, and penetrating.

    Zhong Zhiwan was taken aback for a moment, his eyes moved down, and he saw the name in the lower right corner.

    Her hand shrank suddenly, and she tightly squeezed the scroll.

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