smell you

Song Zeyong was thinking about his younger brother and hurriedly called his younger brother.

"...Tomorrow night at six o'clock in Tianhao International Rose Gold Hall, your brother and I will treat the whole family to a famous dish prepared by the world's top chefs. You can't do it if you don't come... It must be expensive, the price is sky-high, anyway, I don't need you If you pay, you just come here... What do you mean you don't have time, go and ask the factory leader for a leave of absence, it's a rare opportunity, the master will leave in a few days, maybe this is the only chance we have in this life."

The whole family was overjoyed, and Song Zeyou's face looked as if it had been painted with ashes.

...Unexpectedly, Li Zhexi would do this!

You can guess it with your toes. As a new employee, his brother has what qualifications, abilities, and conditions to be so valued by the hotel?

The kitchens of modern hotels are all contracted. Except for the right hand, any chef can be changed, and it is also a highly mobile profession.

Choose his brother?The hotel is empty? !

If he resolutely refuses to go this time, what monster will Li Zhexi come up with?

Ahhh, being followed by ghosts! ! !

Today is Black Friday, but there is a beautiful autumn evening.

Arrived at six o'clock, the Tianhao International five-star hotel was already brightly lit and full of traffic.

This was Song Zeyou's first time eating at a five-star hotel, and he looked unhappy, and looked out of place against the bright smiles of the whole family.

The catering manager personally greeted the family at the door with very warm words.

Whoever can achieve this position is not all-round, long-sleeved and good at dancing, who can easily mobilize the atmosphere.

Under the envious eyes of colleagues, the whole family came to the private room of the Rose Gold Hall.

Outside is the living room, with fireplaces, oil paintings, crystal lamps, roses, all kinds of luxurious feelings.

It's already time for dinner, and no one thought of sitting on the comfortable sofa, and all of them went straight in.

The catering manager led Song's father and mother to sit on the seat. When Song Zeyou put his hands on the back of the chair, the catering manager pulled out the chair for him first, motioned Song Zeyou to take a seat, and then helped him spread the napkin himself.

Everyone was no longer interested in any details, so naturally they didn't take this scene to heart, their mouths were full of saliva, and they couldn't wait to serve the food quickly.

Soon the cold dishes came.

The catering manager brought a bottle of red wine.

Tang Tang is the waiter, and he knows the price of those foreign wines.

Both are in the catering industry, Song Zeyong and Tang Tang looked at each other, and the two forced themselves to be calm.

The red wine was opened first to sober up.

Mother Song: "I want to drink coconut juice."

Father Song: "Is the drink free?"

The catering manager hurriedly said, "All you eat and drink are free tonight."

Father Song hurriedly said, "Then open a bottle of Moutai—"

Song Zeyong was restless, sweating profusely, and said in a low voice, "Dad, don't make trouble."

Tang Tang's eyes glowed, and he hurriedly said: "Manager Wang, then I want a cup of the best blood swallow."

Song Zeyong wanted to cover his mother-in-law's mouth.

Song's mother woke up like a dream: "Add another cup, it will be two cups of the best blood swallow."

Song Zeyong wanted to die, he turned his head to look at his younger brother, fortunately there is another reliable person in this family.

Song Zeyou said calmly; "Here, add a stewed Yunnan Maca with ginseng."

Song Zeyong forced a smile, because Song Zeyou was sitting across from him, far away, so he took out his phone and sent a text message.

[...Aren't you still single? ]

Song Zeyou glanced at the phone, his expression still calm.

[Well, I ordered for you, you have quite heavy dark circles. ]

"..." Song Zeyong raised his face and stared at his brother, his face turned dark.

He has kidney deficiency, right? !I really want to say thank you to your family.

Manager Wang smiled and said: "Okay, okay, but what you are ordering now may not be cooked by Master Jiang himself, but by the head chef of the hotel. This needs to be explained in advance. Master Jiang, including his disciples, are good at Cook Chinese and Western dishes, please take your time."

Immediately afterwards, four cold dishes came up, with the theme of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the presentation was extremely elegant and eye-catching.

Celebrities shot, really extraordinary.

On the way here, Song Zeyou asked his brother that this chef is over 60 years old.

Older people are generally better at traditional Chinese dishes.

Due to the relationship between energy and stamina, for this evening meal, it is likely that only two hot dishes made by Master Jiang will be eaten, and the rest will probably be prepared by his apprentices, and Master Jiang will only supervise from the side.

Song Zeyou sandwiched the crushed snow from the winter snow in the cold dish, the taste was sweet, and it was really made of longan meat.

There are greens, vegetables, seafood and fruits, which are very good.

He tasted it here slowly, and wanted to pick up other dishes when he recovered... The operation of the disc was very thorough.

Dad Song: "It's delicious, but the amount is too small."

Song Ma: "How much do these four plates cost? Let me tell you, why are five-star banquets so expensive? Just because of this plate, our Jiangxi Xiaochao dishes are also served in this plate. It is estimated that the price will immediately increase."

Song Zeyong glanced at the two smiling waiters in the private room, who wanted to die.

"Wearing a dragon robe doesn't necessarily mean he's a prince...it might be a civet cat..."

Manager Wang came in again, and behind him was the foreman serving hot dishes himself.

Seeing the four empty disks on the table, Manager Wang almost couldn't hold back his warm smile.

"Master Jiang's craftsmanship is well-deserved, and this effect is what he wants."

She asked the waiter to take the tray from the foreman of the food delivery, and began to divide the dishes.

One cup of first-class Neptune Shark Fin Soup per person.

Song's father and Song's mother thought to themselves, could it be fake?Made by fans?

Song Zeyou said, "Here is a glass of boiled water."

His family thought he was crazy: "There is red wine, Moutai, and fruit juice, why drink plain water? It's like begging for food with a huge sum of money."

But Song Zeyou insisted.

The waiter came over with a glass of boiled water long after Song Zeyou made the request.

Soon the catering manager came again, and she patronized the place all night.

"This dish is a French-style Boston lobster. It was made by Master Jiang's three apprentices. He is better at Shanghai-style specialties. This three apprentices also won the title of Chinese Cooking Master last year, and he has been authoritatively cooking at home and abroad several times. To win the gold medal in the competition is also very outstanding.”

Song's father and Song's mother were speechless.

Song Zeyou is very interested. He knows traditional dishes well, but Western cuisine has opened a door, which is a whole new world.

This time, he acted first, and he would be divided up if he was too late.

I grabbed a piece of lobster meat and just drank some plain water to wash away the taste in my mouth when a person walked in from the door.

I saw Li Zhexi walking in with a one-handed cane, with a smile on his face, followed by a male nurse.

Except for Song Zeyou, none of the Song family knew Li Zhexi.

The whole family is still a little unhappy, eating well, and a stranger came to disturb, how exasperating.

Li Zhexi stepped forward with a smile, walking was difficult, but he kept walking steadily.

The catering manager immediately stepped forward to help him, but Li Zhexi stopped him.

Manager Wang smiled and said, "This is Boss Li from our hotel."

When the whole family heard that the boss of Tianhao International had arrived, they all stood up in a hurry, a little restrained and a little confused.

Song Zeyou took a deep breath, and he also stood up, following the crowd.

He just watched quietly and didn't speak, to see what kind of tricks the fat man was playing.

Li Zhexi hurriedly said: "Everyone, please sit down, sit down, the emperor is big for dinner."

The family of the Song surname was kind-hearted and sat down one after another. Although they sat down, no one moved their chopsticks.

Li Zhexi smiled and said, "You must be very curious why the hotel invited you over for this meal—"

Dad Song said, "Didn't it mean that the hotel chose Ah Yong as the employee representative?"

Song Zeyong desperately tugged on his father's sleeve, this kind of words are deceitful, only ghosts will believe them.

Li Zhexi pretended not to hear, and continued: "Because I broke my leg in an accident two months ago, just like what I am doing now, the situation was very critical at that time, if it wasn't for Xiao Song, I'm afraid... More bad luck than good luck."

He looked at Song Zeyou with unconcealable emotion in his eyes.

The whole family looked at Song Zeyou in shock.

Song Zeyong shouted: "Little brother, I didn't hear you mention it, is it true?"

Tang Tang said: "This is a good thing, how can we keep it secret."

Song Zeyou smiled and said: "I've said it all, it's just a little effort, you don't have to take it to heart. Before you said that you must repay, treat me to a meal...I am very satisfied with this meal, so I have received your wish."

Then, there is no reason to entangle in the future.

Li Zhexi said sternly: "How can a meal not offset the grace of saving a life?"

Father Song came over knowing, and hurriedly said: "Good people and good deeds must be publicized more, my family, Zeyou, we taught him to save the dying and heal the wounded, to do good deeds and accumulate virtue——"

Song Ma said excitedly: "I heard that some good people and good deeds will be interviewed by the TV station—"

Song Zeyong suddenly asked, "Is your name... Li Zhexi?"

Tang Tang whispered: "Fat Li?"

Li Zhexi nodded, "Yes, I am Li Zhexi."

Song Zeyong and Tang Tang took a deep breath.

Before Song Zeyou asked them to inquire about Li Zhexi in the hotel, they were really impressed.

I heard that Li Zhexi is a very low-key local tyrant.

There are rich people in Xinshi who are not high-profile and who don't flaunt their wealth, but this one is absolutely different.

Li Zhexi only pays attention to food, even investment is only related to food.

Tang Tang approached her fiancé-to-be and lowered her voice: "I have already told my younger brother what I heard before, and my younger brother is really serious, so I didn't say anything about such a big matter."

The two looked at Song Zeyou at the same time, their thoughts racing.

This kind of life-saving grace, some red envelopes... shouldn't be too much...

But they are not qualified to ask for this kind of request, cough...don't pretend to be lofty, brother.