Song Yan was stunned for a moment, turned around and looked behind her, and saw two familiar figures coming out of a black car. It was the rich man Zhao Xiaoli and she saw last night.

Huo Beiting's brother.

She quietly withdrew her gaze and said, "You are crazy. We have only known each other for less than a day. You will treat me to dinner and even my aunts. If they misunderstand us... Hey... Hey... what are you doing? Don't hold my bag..."

Huo Beiting couldn't listen to others' words. Before Song Yan finished speaking, he pulled her bag and walked towards Yuan Jiawei and said, "What are you talking about? Then I can't treat you to you."

"Then let go of your claws." Huo Beiting walked quickly, and Song Yan had to trot behind him, holding his bag tightly with both hands, and not daring to let go for a moment.

Huo Beiting turned around and saw her nervous and pitiful look, kindly let go of her hand, and took two steps forward quickly, put his hands in the ragged jeans bag, and walked forward with a whistle.

Song Yan sorted out her bag and followed Huo Beiting to Yuan Jiawei.

Although I don’t know what this guy is wrong, why didn’t someone treat her? Besides, her current purpose is to hold the little master of the Huo family tightly and get rid of Zhao Xiaoli’s poisonous insect.

The two of them walked into the original flavor one after another.

The waiter who came to the reception asked, "Hello, two, how many people are there?"

Huo Beiting stopped in the hall, glanced around briefly, and finally pointed to the largest desk and said, "How many people can sit on that desk."

“Eighteen.”

"Okay, I have eighteen people."

Song Yan couldn't help but twitched a few times.

What does "I have eighteen people" mean?

If there are more people on the big round table, do you have to say that more people will come to eat? What the hell is this guy trying to do?

Song Yan frowned tightly, a little confused.

But he still sat down at the big round table with Huo Beiting.

The waiter held the dish sign and handed one to Huo Beiting and Song Yan.

Huo Beiting didn't even look at it, and said, "Give two servings of the most expensive dishes here each. Oh, by the way, I have to spend the longest time on the wine on the cabinet. The price is not a problem. It's better to be more expensive, the better. Oh, by the way, I'm used to serving you, the most beautiful waiter, to serve me."

Song Yan twitched again, and she glanced at Huo Beiting with her eyes slanted.

Huo Beiting was also crazy before. I remember in the last life, in order to let his opponent know that he would not get a good end to stealing people's vegetables, Huo Beiting took off his chef's uniform, went to the other party's shop, ordered a thousand dishes that the other party stole from him, and asked to make them within a day, and to meet high standards of taste.

The problem is that he did not eat this thousand servings himself, but invited every customer who entered the store to eat them.

The kitchen is so big, and a five-star chef makes 1,000 high-end dishes in a day and requires delicious dishes. This is definitely not something that can be made, but for the sake of performance, the manager makes the kitchen kill and even kills him.

Finally, because of this dish, a lot of customers were lost.

Think about how a thousand high-end dishes can be completed in one day? Cooking alone takes a lot of time.
Chapter completed!