A very smart-looking, well-dressed waiter stepped forward and asked as soon as the three of them crossed the threshold.

"Three."

Yuan Mingkong said calmly, glancing toward the hall on the first floor on the left.

"Then you three are sitting..."

The waiter spoke in a very long voice.

After all, Xiangtengju has three floors, and the prices on each floor are different. If the guests don't make it clear, the waiter won't dare to take the seat randomly.

Xiang Teng Ju not only has many dishes and good taste, but also has first-class service. Unless the guests intend to cause trouble, under any circumstances, the waiters here will not conflict with the guests, let alone rip off the guests.

However, given Xiang Tengju's status here and the reputation of Mr. Wang San, no one here has dared to cause trouble for a long, long time.

"Sit on the first floor. Please arrange a quiet seat for me, preferably by the window!"

Zhao Rang grinned.

He saw that there was only one window seat left in the lobby on the first floor.

There was only one person sitting at the table next to this seat.

This man was already quite old, with fat on his left and right cheeks, and the skin on the back of his hands was a little loose. But his energy was bright, and his eyes were as bright as cold stars, making people dare not look at him.

There is no doubt that this person is Mr. Wang San. Yuan Mingkong asked the waiter to arrange such a position, and he did not just say it casually. There is a high probability that the things to be done in Lan Mo Country will fall on this person.

After hearing Yuan Mingkong's request, the waiter immediately agreed without any delay.

After the three of them sat down, the waiter brought three orders, which were for tea, food and wine.

After Yuan Mingkong took it, he asked Zhao Rang:

"What kind of tea would you like to drink?"

Zhao Rang didn't even look at the list, put the wine gourd he brought on the table and said:

"This is not a good wine!"
Chapter completed!