Jiang Qiaoyue didn't want to owe him anything, so she finally looked at Su Mi and said, "I'll go out with him first."
Su Mi didn't want to interfere in the two people's affairs, so she only warned Zhao Menglou: "Don't treat Sister Qiaoqiao like you did last time. If Sister Qiaoqiao doesn't come back after more than three hours, I will call the police."
Zhao Menglou was dissatisfied: "Three hours? It's too harsh."
Jiang Qiaoyue signaled to Su Mi that it was nothing, took her mobile phone and satchel, and followed Zhao Menglou out.
After getting into Zhao Menglou's Bentley, she took out her mobile phone, opened a local food app and started shopping:
"What do you want to eat? I'll make a reservation first..."
He is a rich young man from Jingzhou, so ordinary restaurants will definitely look down on him.
For slightly better restaurants, you may need to reserve a seat in advance during this peak time.
However, the cell phone was snatched away by the man driving next to me and lightly tossed on the seat behind me.
Jiang Qiaoyue looked at him puzzled.
He stretched out his slightly messy collar with his fingertips: "Didn't Su Mi only give you three hours? Go to my hotel. It's near Zong's house."
…
The Yikun Hotel under the Zhao family is located about three kilometers away from the Zong family.
Although it is not a bustling city center, due to its quiet environment, it has always been a place where local business people in Jingzhou gather for meetings, negotiations and team building.
Zhao Menglou asked the manager on duty for the key card to the long-term suite upstairs, and motioned to Jiang Qiaoyue to follow him up.
Jiang Qiaoyue turned around and wanted to leave: "Aren't you going to eat? Why are you renting a room? Zhao Menglou, if you are thinking about unclean things again, I will leave -"
But he pulled her back and pushed her into the elevator: "You have to let me shave first, take a shower and change clothes before eating."
She saw that he looked like a tramp because of her, so she finally said nothing.
In the suite, Zhao Menglou asked Jiang Qiaoyue to watch TV and play with her mobile phone before entering the bathroom.
When I came out again, I felt refreshed and had changed my clothes.
All the stubble has been shaved off.
He has returned to the animal-like appearance he had before - Chu Chu's human-like appearance.
The two of them went downstairs. The western restaurant had already been cleared, and the table next to the floor-to-ceiling window had been cleared.
Zhao Menglou pulled out the chair, asked her to sit down, and sat across from him.
Jiang Qiaoyue was confused: "Am I inviting you to dinner or are you inviting me?"
"I'll treat you, just eat with me." How could he really ask her to treat him? His peach blossom eyes were shockingly beautiful, and he waved his hand gracefully.
The manager of the western restaurant led the people to serve the appetizers.
"Appetizers, butter chicken pastry box, foie gras, and some seasonal fruits," Zhao Menglou stared at her and introduced them one by one, "Do you like it? I remember that you like fresher and sweeter flavors. Hasn't it changed?
?”
Jiang Qiaoyue just wanted to finish eating and leave quickly, put on her napkin, picked up her fork, and was about to eat, but he said: "Wait a minute."
He stood up and walked around behind her, leaned down, and helped her put the napkin around her neck again.
The fingertips touched her snowy neck, making her back feel hot, but the manager beside her seemed not surprised and didn't notice.
He must have brought many women to this hotel, right?
So employees are used to it.
She regained her composure and sat up straight.
Seeing her silent resistance, he tidied her up and returned to his seat.
The two began to eat.
It’s not like Jiang Qiaoyue has never eaten Western food.
But this is the first time for me to have such a serious Western meal with complete procedures and no missing steps.
Several times, out of the corner of her eye, she quietly saw Zhao Menglou opposite, eating Western food.
Elegant, neat and appropriate.
Pleasing to the eyes.
Like a handsome young man in a painting.
Every movement is so skillful and perfect.
They were exactly the same two years ago when she took him to eat fried rice noodles at a roadside stall.
It is rare for her to eat such a complicated and exquisite lunch only once.
But for this man, it might just be an ordinary meal.
This may be the gap that she and he can never cross.
After the appetizer, there is soup.
Then there are side dishes and main dishes.
The main courses were Norwegian salmon and steak.
Before the steak was served, the manager came over and asked respectfully: "How cooked does the steak need to be?"
"I'm still the same," Zhao Menglou looked at Jiang Qiaoyue and asked warmly: "Qiaoqiao, what about you?"
Jiang Qiaoyue thought for a while and replied: "Eight points."
The manager's face turned pale.
The two waitresses behind him quietly exchanged glances with disbelieving disdain on their faces.
Then, the manager said softly: "Miss, the steak is not medium rare."
Jiang Qiaoyue frowned: "Not medium rare?"
"Yes," the manager explained, "Generally speaking, steaks in Western food are only 1, 3, 5, 7, and 9, that is, they only have odd degrees of doneness."
The two waitresses at the back looked at Jiang Qiaoyue with even more faint contempt.
Are you from the countryside?
This woman is quite beautiful, but she is obviously not white, rich and beautiful.
The gestures I made when putting on the napkin just now were all wrong. I have to ask the Fourth Young Master to help me put it on.
Now there is a medium rare steak...
Is this your first time eating steak? Are you laughing to death?
Jiang Qiaoyue didn't take it seriously. Why are there only odd numbers of ripeness and discriminating against even numbers?
In the silence, I heard Zhao Menglou say in a deep voice: "Just follow what Miss Jiang said, make it medium rare."
The manager had a meal.
Zhao Menglou became a little impatient: "There can be medium rare and medium rare, why can't it be medium rare? This is Jingzhou, don't use the foreigners' tricks, even if she wants sixteen minutes today, it will be fine
OK!"
The manager lowered his head and turned around with the people to inform the kitchen, but was stopped by Zhao Menglou:
"Wait a minute, the two behind you are going to collect their final wages."
The two waitresses were shocked.
Zhao Menglou had long seen the scorn on the faces of the two men and was displeased with them.
What kind of look is that? How dare you look down on his little sister?
The manager said nothing and hurriedly left with the two of them.
Jiang Qiaoyue glanced at him, her heart was inexplicably moved, and she hurriedly suppressed it.
After the steak and salmon arrived, the two started eating again.
After the main course, Jiang Qiaoyue was almost full and stopped eating. She put down her knife and fork, but she saw Zhao Menglou also put down his knife and fork, but the knife and fork were placed differently from hers. Thinking of the embarrassment just now, she took the initiative to ask:
"Are my knives and forks arranged incorrectly?"
So as not to be looked down upon by his employees again.
Zhao Menglou signaled for the salad and dessert to be brought up, then walked around behind her, leaned down, brushed her shoulders with his hands, picked up her knife and fork, and taught her gently:
"If you finish eating, just put the knife and fork side by side like this, the waiter will naturally know and come to collect it."
"What if you haven't finished eating yet?"
"Then put it like this, the waiter won't take it away if he sees it," Zhao Menglou put her knife and fork on the plate in a figure eight shape.
Jiang Qiaoyue groaned, and heard his hot voice brushing her ears again:
"Of course, you can do whatever you want here. You don't have to worry about table manners."
She felt the flesh of her ears warm up and tilted her body.
He then returned to his seat and enjoyed the last salad and dessert with her.
After eating, it was almost time, and Jiang Qiaoyue stood up to say goodbye.
Zhao Menglou put on the coat he had taken off while eating and chased after him: "Qiaoqiao, wait a minute -"