Entertainment: God-level nanny

Chengfu Banquet is similar to a private restaurant.

But in fact there is a big difference, because the Chengfu Banquet was created by Mr. Cheng, a national treasure-level cooking master, and his grandson Mr. Liu.

The entire cuisine is mainly based on 'state banquet', which represents the highest etiquette in food - banquet dishes!

And it is worth mentioning that the Chengfu Banquet is held in a small courtyard house, and only three tables are opened for each meal, so reservations must be made far in advance.

7 pm.

Su Yiming and his party of four drove to Nanchang Street in Xicheng District.

Leave your car in the parking space outside.

Su Yiming walked behind with He Miao in his arms, while Jiang Changqing and Ye Sangsang led the way.

The four of them walked along the alley for two to three hundred meters, and a courtyard appeared in front of them.

Looking from the outside, this courtyard house is not big, and it has obviously been renovated:

The painted red house door has peach charms hung on both sides, and a plaque hangs in the middle of the lintel, with three large gilded characters "Cheng Mansion Banquet" written in the middle.

"No, I said you two are leading the right way?"

Looking at the courtyard, which looked nothing like a hotel except for the brand, Su Yiming asked suspiciously, "Are you sure you're not in the wrong direction?"

He Miao also blinked her big eyes, somewhat confused.

The little girl thought she was going to someone's house for dinner.

"What do you know? The smell of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley!"

Jiang Changqing looked at the plaque of 'Cheng Mansion Banquet' and said slowly: "This place is not a private restaurant, it is a state banquet, and the price is ridiculously expensive!"

"How expensive can it be?"

Su Yiming said nonchalantly: "Not counting drinks, can we go for more than 1 yuan?"

In Su Yiming's memory, he had also been to those tires and star-rated hotels.

In terms of food alone, ten thousand yuan was the most expensive meal he had ever eaten in his memory.

"You're just messing around at this stage."

Su Yiming looked at Su Yiming with disdain and said: "The Cheng Mansion banquet is not something that all the masters can afford.

Last time my dad and I came here to entertain customers, the food alone cost 11, not counting the two bottles of special wine! "

"How many?"

Su Yiming's eyes suddenly widened.

Is this a black shop?

不算酒水就花了11万，那可不是1千1百块，也不是1万1千块！

Spending 11 yuan on a meal is a scam, isn’t it?

"Dad, isn't 11 a lot?"

He Miao blinked her big eyes and asked curiously: "Can I buy a lot of chocolates?"

"Yes!"

Su Yiming said with a smile: "Have you seen dad's trunk? If you just buy your favorite chocolate with 11 yuan, dad's entire trunk will be filled!"

"Wow, there are so many!"

He Miao's big eyes lit up immediately and said, "Then how long do I have to eat?"

“I can eat it for several years!”

Su Yiming patted He Miao's little head in a funny way and said, "Do you think dad can let you eat a lot every day?"

"Yes!"

He Miao nodded, with an unhappy expression on her face.

It seems that she still has a little emotion about her father's restriction on her eating chocolate.

"11 million!"

Ye Sangsang also opened his mouth in surprise and said: "No wonder their house only opens three tables every day. It has been three years since it has not been open, and three years since it has been open!"

"You can't say that."

Jiang Changqing shook his head and said: "The food ingredients are exquisite, and coupled with the chef's cooking skills, it is indeed worth the price."

"Yeah, I don't understand the life of you rich people."

Su Yiming shrugged and said, "I can enjoy it today. Let's go, He Miao, let's ring the doorbell."

As he spoke, Su Yiming walked to the door with He Miao in his arms, held the little girl's tender hand, and pressed the doorbell next to the painted red door.

Jingle bell, jingle bell...

After the bell rang for about a minute, a little girl who looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a red cotton-padded jacket, opened the door and stuck out her little head.

"Excuse me, do you have an appointment?"

The little girl looked at the people in front of her curiously and asked.

"Yes, Mr. Zhao decided." Su Yiming replied.

"Is it Zhao Yijian?"

The little girl's eyes lit up, she looked at a few people again and said, "Come in, it's in Private Room 1."

Zhao Yijian?

Su Yiming raised his eyebrows and remembered who this person was.

Zhao Yijian, a male pop singer, music producer and first-line singer of Long Xia.

He has won the 'Best Singer-Songwriter Award on the Global Chinese Music Chart', the 'Best Male Singer Award on the Oriental Chart', and the 'Best Singer-Songwriter Award on the Longxia Song Chart of the Year'...

Waiting for multiple awards at home and abroad!

She is a bit older than Liu Yiyi, but her reputation is not inferior to her at all. She is a veritable king of singers!

Su Yiming never expected that he would be the host today!

"Let's go."

Jiang Changqing pulled Su Yiming, then took Ye Sangsang's hand and went straight to Private Room 1.

……

Table No. 1, also known as Room No. 1, was also very lively at this time.

There were three men and two women sitting in a purely Chinese-style private room.

Four singers and one actor were, without exception, guests of the Beijing TV Spring Festival Gala.

Although they are of different ages, they are all handsome and beautiful, especially one of the girls:

He looks to be in his mid-twenties, nearly 1.7 meters tall, with an extremely graceful figure, like a weak willow in the wind. His oval face has extremely beautiful features, and his brows are full of aura.

Song Qingzhu, a female singer from Long Xia, has only made her debut three years ago, but she has already been promoted to a second-tier singer and has won many domestic singing awards.

Many people say that Song Qingzhu is the future Liu Yiyi!

"Yihao, it's all thanks to you this time."

Qiu Mingze, a handsome singer who looked to be in his 30s, poured Zhao Yihao a cup of tea and said:

"If it weren't for you, my show might have been canceled."

"Mingze, I don't like hearing what you say."

Zhao Yihao pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and said with a gentle smile:

"Your singing skills are there, you have a good reputation, and you are highly recognized by the public. It would be unreasonable if your show was canceled!

Besides, those few connections have nothing but traffic. How come they can stay with their backgrounds and harmonies, but you can’t do it with your pure strength? "

"Yes."

As a first-line female singer, Chu Mujin smoothed her hair hanging down from her temples and said with a smile:

"I have reported this matter to Director Zhang and Wu Tai before, but the answer they gave me was that they brought money into the party. Does Party A's father understand what he means?"

"The CCTV Spring Festival Gala is better."

As the only actor in the private room, Chen Maidong scratched his short hair and said: "Anyone who wants to put his claws in will have to be chopped off!"

"Haha, that makes sense."

Qiu Mingze's mood was relieved by a few people. He nodded and said: "It seems that I have to be cautious during the CCTV Spring Festival Gala rehearsal tomorrow to avoid a situation like today."

"But having said that, if Mingze could have a suitable song, this situation would not happen today."

Chen Maidong picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and said, "When Teacher Su comes later, I have to ask Mingze for a song."

"A little bit."

Song Qingzhu whispered: "Teacher Su said he would not sell the copyright..."

Boom boom boom!

Qiu Mingze wanted to say something more, but there was a knock on the door.

Then, the little girl's voice came from outside: "Mr. Zhao, your guests have arrived, shall we come in?"

"I'll open the door!"

Chen Maidong was relatively close to the door, so he rushed over and opened the door.