The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

An Yi was helpless, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "I have something to do this weekend, how about Sunday night?"

The reason was naturally because of Youyou. Secondly, she was afraid that Friday would be delayed too late. After all, she didn't have to work on Saturday, but it could be avoided by making an appointment on Sunday. After all, the world is big, and working on Monday is the biggest. Although An Yi didn't dare to say how much he understood Fan Jiaer's willfulness, seeing her usual appearance, he still took her "Brother Xiao Jiang" into consideration.

"It's Sunday... I'm not having fun." Fan Jiaer frowned slightly.

Seeing that his guess was right, An Yi deliberately revealed determination in his eyes.

"Okay! I need to meet up with a few other sisters, and I'll tell you after we decide on a location."

An Yi nodded, and saw that she immediately stood up, picked up her small bag and left without looking back. Her arrogant demeanor was very different from her usual attitude, which made An Yi sure that Miss Fan would not appear again, at least not as an employee.

On Sunday evening, An Yi followed the navigation and came to a small house with an unremarkable appearance. Seeing the mottled painted door half open, An Yi frowned and looked inside, thinking: Is this young lady using the excuse of treating guests to sell herself out? He took out his phone and was hesitating whether to contact the other party or just run away, when he heard footsteps and a young woman in her twenties stuck her head out from inside the door: "An Yi? Come in!"

"You are..." An Yi did not move.

The girl looked her up and down, raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Jiaer is already in there. Hurry up, the master will start serving dinner at six o'clock, but he won't wait for anyone." Then she ran away.

Well, both my name and Fan Jiaer’s name are correct, so it must be correct.

Entering the courtyard, I was more certain that this was clearly an ordinary residential building, with no trace of commercial renovation. A large fish tank was placed in the corner of the small courtyard, the ground was paved with gravel, weeds grew on the tiles, and a large tree was lush with branches and leaves. The main house and the east and west wing rooms were not antique at all, but rather dilapidated.

What? An Yi complained. He had been to a courtyard-style restaurant with his boss before. It was very impressive with carved beams and painted buildings. But what was going on here? Was there something fishy going on?

Full of doubt, he stepped over the threshold and entered the main house, and finally saw that it was indeed the dining room. At five o'clock in the afternoon on a summer day, the sun was still shining brightly, but the room was dim and shadowy because of the dark gauze curtains. A few small yellow lights and the half-new decorations created a sense of mystery of a century-old house, but An Yi didn't like this decadent atmosphere.

Looking ahead, the table was covered with tableware. From the number of seats and chairs, it was clear that there were only six seats, and the distance between them was quite large, which ensured everyone's privacy. Several screens separated the kitchen from the outside, and the noise of exhaust fans and the clanging of pots and pans could be heard from inside.

Seeing that Fan Jiaer was not there and the girl who had greeted her did not come in, An Yi wanted to go back to the courtyard. She did not want to stay alone. The gloomy restaurant made her feel cold all over.

Suddenly, the beaded door curtain was opened, and a gentle boy dressed as a standard waiter in a western restaurant and wearing gold-wire glasses led out several beautiful girls in cheongsam. Although the colors and styles were different, each of them had a small fragrant wind fan in front of them, which matched the ancient house very well. The leader was Fan Jiaer. Seeing An Yi, she waved her hand nonchalantly, found a seat and sat down casually, and pointed to the side.

An Yi understood, and walked up to sit down without saying a word. She looked down at herself in a champagne-colored chiffon dress, which looked very elegant and graceful in the summer. However, the cheongsam show filled the room, and An Yi felt depressed, but who could blame her for not being notified. It was good, so she didn't have to bother with the trouble of trying to look good.

Based on the principle of "If I am not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed", An Yi tries his best to keep his mentality stable.

The waiter saw that all the diners were seated, no more, no less than six people, and knew that all the guests for tonight had arrived. He walked behind the screen and whispered, probably notifying the kitchen. Then two waitresses who were wearing the same clothes as the boy held silver trays and served the diners with menus. An Yi picked up the beautifully printed trifold with a faint floral fragrance and read it carefully.

Mingjue three shrimp soup, fried duck neck skin, wild yellow croaker belly braised with crab roe, lotus leaf thin fragrant shoots with mango sauce... There are eight or nine dishes, including starter soup, appetizers, main dishes, vegetarian dishes, staple food, and desserts. From the names of the dishes, An Yi can roughly guess the ingredients, but is confused about how to cook them. This is the unique creativity and selling point of the restaurant.

The menu was written in small regular script: "Dinner starts at 6 o'clock. No wait after the time is up." Wow, that's a high-end brand! Looking at the large pendulum clock on the wall, it was still a few minutes before 6 o'clock. Just wait and let this country bumpkin open her eyes.

An Yi looked at Miss Fan, who was wearing a royal blue cheongsam with a golden phoenix pattern and was playing a mobile game intensely. So far, the two of them had not spoken a word, and not only the two of them, but the whole room was silent.

On the other side was the beauty who led him into the courtyard. Her light pink hair was loosely tied behind her head, and a complicated peach-shaped pearl hairpin was inserted on it. Together with earrings, necklaces, armlets and bracelets, they matched the cheongsam with white background and scattered peach blossoms, like a soft powder mist around her. If it were an ordinary person, it would be vulgar, but this girl has a pretty face, and her every frown and smile is full of tenderness and affinity. I can't help but secretly praise the company of youth and leave only envy. At this moment, she is smiling at her friend at a certain distance, and typing quickly on her mobile phone. It turns out that she is communicating by text.

Although she felt bored, An Yi was more afraid to communicate with the other girls who were different from her in terms of status and clothing. She looked around again, and was particularly interested in the sounds of cooking and frying behind the screen. As the saying goes, a beauty with half her face covered is the most fascinating.

The rules of this restaurant are really big and authoritative. Otherwise, how could the rich ladies sit still? The school's teaching department is just like that. An Yi was very interested in the feast that was about to begin, and pursed his lips with an appetite, ready to eat a lot!

An hour later, An Yi stroked her belly, which had not changed, and walked out of the "old, dilapidated and small" courtyard with a few girls who walked like willows in the wind. She had only one thought in her mind: What a profiteer who is deliberately making things mysterious! The portions of those exquisite dishes were probably difficult for ordinary people to even get half full. Fortunately, she didn't like to eat dinner anyway, so it was just what she wanted.

Recalling the three shrimp soup, it was a small part of three kinds of shrimps. The taste was indeed delicious, but the small soup bowl was not available in the market unless it was specially customized.

Another dish, duck neck, only had one piece of skin. Duck neck is long and thin, and the chef must have a great knife skill to slice it into thin slices with skin and meat. Let's put it this way, except for rice, which is not cut in grains, all other dishes are cut in pieces, a handful, or a stick...

At the end, each person had a glass of West Lake Longjing tea to cleanse their palates. At this point, the chef slowly walked out from behind the screen, bowed slightly, and left without looking back amid applause and praise.

A restaurant that only serves six guests a night can attract so many rich people. As for the price of the meal... An Yi didn't dare and didn't want to ask. Anyway, the people present must have extraordinary family backgrounds, and it was just a drop in the bucket for them. Besides, no matter how expensive it was, it wouldn't cheat poor people like herself, so why not pluck the little hairs of the rich?

When An Yi thought of this, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips. The food in his stomach could finally be digested peacefully.

But not long after, her stomach began to cramp again.

Sitting in the bar box, An Yi was still wearing the champagne-colored dress, while the other girls had completely changed their looks, from clothes to outfits, and their style was completely different from that at dinner.

After leaving the courtyard, several people got into luxury cars and drove straight to a high-end club. As if they had received the news in advance, as soon as the car drove to the lobby door, more than a dozen staff members rushed out and escorted them in.

An Yi was arranged to stay in a guest room, lying on a toffee chair, with a few new and attractive snacks and colorful fresh fruit plates on the coffee table beside her, and a movie she had randomly selected was projected on the opposite wall. Fan Jiaer had also invited her to redo a set of styling, but after she declined, she was arranged to wait here.

On the way here, An Yi was in the same car with Fan Jiaer. They only chatted a few words about tonight's "gluttonous" feast. One of the girls focused on how she managed to get it easily when others had to queue for a month. The methods were nothing more than using connections or spending a lot of money. The difference was whose connections they used and how much money they spent, so as to shorten the time to achieve their goals.

But no one talked about the dishes and taste tonight. An Yi lowered his head and suppressed his smile. People born in the same place, how different can their taste buds be? The rich achieved their goal by showing off their privileges and satisfying their curiosity.

"Ms. An, your friends will soon finish their styling. Would you like to continue waiting here or go to the lobby?" the waitress said softly.

Look at other people's eyesight, they have already seen their status as foils. Of course, with such a big gap, it is not difficult to guess. An Yi looked at the time and asked curiously, "It's so fast!"

"The styling of the guests was agreed upon yesterday. The clothes and accessories were delivered early in the morning. Their stylist has completed all the preparations in advance."

So that's it. An Yi understood and replied with a smile: "I'll go to the lobby and wait."

The waitress estimated the time just right. Not long after, An Yi saw Fan Jiaer wearing high-heeled mesh hollow Martin boots, heavy metal makeup, a thin-strap silver-gray embellished trouser suit, and her hair combed back to reveal her neat and delicate forehead, which added a sense of capable and domineering, completely different from the Japanese beauty style she usually sees.

An Yi couldn't help staring at her with admiration on her face. An Yi's surprised expression seemed to please Miss Fan, who smiled sweetly, and the contrast with her whole outfit instead created a fatal magical charm.

Several other people also came one after another. Whether they were princesses or cold beauties, their clothes were full of shiny sequins. Without asking too much, An Yi knew where to go next and immediately wanted to retreat.

"Sister An An, our next stop is a small bar. The special thing about it is that it only welcomes women, so it's very quiet. We weren't allowed to talk while dining just now, but I promised to introduce you to some of my good sisters. We should go somewhere else to have a good chat." Fan Jiaer easily saw An Yi's thoughts, so she took her arm and walked out.

"It's an honor for me to have dinner with you all. Have fun. I have to go to work tomorrow."

"It's just eight o'clock, Sister An An, don't tell me you're going home to sleep!" Fan Jiaer joked with a smile: "We agreed that day, I promise to let you go at ten o'clock, there are still two hours."

An Yi was speechless. He did say that that day, and he even called his daughter today. But they were dressed so brightly to go to a quiet bar to chat? He would never believe it.

"Sister An An, come with us! You are the first colleague that Jia Er introduced to us. I am really curious about her work situation. Please tell us more about it later."

The girl who spoke up as a lobbyist, with metallic lipstick on her lips and a short skirt with gold and black stripes, was a pure European and American style. If it weren't for her iconic pink hair, An Yi would have never recognized her. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the previously light pink hair had turned orange-pink by some kind of magic.

Which damn stylist took away her floating peach blossom fairy!