True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

"Just this morning, the chef team flew to China." The counter lady apologized, "I really can't provide you with the chef's menu."

Zhong Manhua resisted his anger and maintained his demeanor: "Then what about my reservation?"

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

She was actually quite puzzled, and she didn't know which big man could make the entire team of chefs dispatch.

For a restaurant like The Gordon Ramsay, even if it is going abroad, guests are willing to fly for it.

Adhering to the principle that customers are God, the lady at the counter smiled and said, "However, when you book the chef's menu, you can't actually book it, because the restaurant is also participating in a TV food show for a while, and the chef can't tell the difference. out of time."

After a pause, she euphemistically said, "Look again, you are actually ordering the next-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 flooded into his heart, and his face flushed red all of a sudden.

Although the chef's menu and the sous-chef's menu are only two words apart, they are actually quite different.

The chef's menu is cooked by the chef himself, and the ingredients are also of the highest quality.

"I took a look. You are still from Hucheng. The chef team happened to be in Hucheng. They will stay there for three days." The counter lady said, "Why don't I contact you?"

Zhong Manhua was slightly stunned: "Go to Shanghai City?"

She traveled thousands of miles to Continent O, but the chef went to Shanghai instead?

"When you made the reservation, it said that you needed a birthday cake. It should be a birthday celebration, right?" The lady at the counter nodded. "The chef team went to Shanghai to celebrate a young lady's birthday. It's a coincidence."

Zhong Manhua was even more embarrassed.

If she wants to celebrate Xiaoxuan's birthday, she has to book online two months in advance.

It's someone else's birthday, but they can let the chef team fly in person.

What is the gap?

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

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

In fact, she is not a must for The Gordon Ramsay restaurant. There are many Michelin three-star restaurants in O Continent, all of which are famous all over the world.

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

The latter is hitting her in the face.

"no need."

Zhong Manhua had lost his appetite, and even more lost face.

After throwing down three words in a hurry, he left with his bag.

The lady at the counter was a little puzzled, but 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.

Rockery and green water, birds chirping, and the breeze blows 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. The location is excellent, and its value is more than one billion.

More than a dozen brothers and sisters of the Fu family all took their fancy to this small courtyard and fought for a long time, but Mr. Fu didn't say anything.

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

This made the Fu family and his contemporaries jealous, but they had no choice but to secretly hate it.

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

Especially when Mr. Fu is still alive, some things can't be done so well, so he has to pass on face.

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, 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 Chateau Romanée-Conti, each priced at more than $30,000.

Not only that, but there are waiters in tuxedos waiting by the side, there is a kind of battle of the royal court banquet in Continent O.

Even Jiang Ran was shocked.

It's not that he hasn't experienced it. He was fortunate enough to eat a real Manchu and Han dinner in the imperial capital.

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

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

Jiang Ran sneered.

He looked at Fu Yunshen and snorted coldly.

Shameless person who cheats by his face.

He won't be fooled.

"Brother Ran, don't you want to eat it?" The younger brother ate really deliciously. Seeing Jiang Ran motionless, he was greedy. "You don't eat it for me."

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

"Go away!" Jiang Ran's face was very dark, "Who said I wouldn't eat it? Mine is mine, and yours is mine too."

The younger brother was stunned.

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

Little brother: "..."

He wants to cry.

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

"Hmm-" Fu Yunshen pondered for a while, "Brother is the kind of guy with a good face and money who can afford to raise children."

After a pause, he added two words slowly: "Good man."

"..."

**

As soon as March is over, the festival is approaching.

All classes handed in the entries, which were sorted by the student union and then handed over to the art group.

There are not many people participating in the elite class, because for them, learning is more important.

They don't waste time at art festivals unless they are interested.

So this time, Zhong Zhi's participation in the evening party surprised many students in the elite class.

Zhong Zhi will participate in the competition one night later. Is it possible for others?

Zhong Zhiwan went to the student union office as if he didn't hear these words.

There are many entries, which are divided into many categories such as calligraphy, Chinese painting, oil painting, printmaking, etc. It is not an easy job to organize, and several ministers and staff are very busy.

"Knowing late." The Minister of Literature and Art said hello, and resumed his work.

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

"Over there, it's sorted."

"Well, let me see."

Before the night, Zhong Zhi looked over and shook his head.

What is this all about?

A bunch of arty sleazy stuff.

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

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

People from small towns, where else can calligraphy?

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

It's a very simple poem.

But the word is majestic, the dragon and the phoenix dance, and it is three-pointed.

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

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