After ordering the dishes in the restaurant, the chef will plan a serving order based on his own experience, and then give it to the guest for confirmation.

When the waiter brought the order of dishes, he faced another difficulty with the three people in the room.

He really didn't want to get involved with a man and two women in a room. Judging from his experience as a waiter for so many years, at the end of the meal, either everyone was happy and the three of them walked away happily together, or they didn't finish the meal.

First there was a falling out and a fight.

Generally speaking, at the end of the meal, they realized that they were going to break up, and they had disagreements about how and where to sleep tonight. Then, because of the man's partiality, one of the women couldn't sit still and grabbed the little girl in front of her.

The wine cup was thrown out.

Thirty percent of the target of this drinking spree is another woman, 60% is that philandering scumbag, and the remaining 10%...

The waiter actually thought that the result would be the last 10%, because he would not only get compensation from the customer, but also get paid leave from the boss, and even let himself express his response to difficulties at the outstanding employee commendation meeting.

The experience of pestering guests.

But he really didn't want to bet the 10%.

He had seen too many complicated and weird things between rich men and women. He was a little tired. He didn't want to clean up the mess they left, and he didn't want to make a bowl of noodles by himself when he went home. When he ate the noodles in silence, he was not thinking about his parents and girlfriend.

But it's the weirdness at work.

But there is no way, the waiters in the restaurant are fixed, and whoever picks up the customers and leads them into the box must be responsible for the guests at the table.

"Well..." He opened the bamboo curtain and came in: "This is the order of serving dishes given by our chef. You and your distinguished guests will take a look at it. If you have no objections, I will inform the chef to start cooking."

Saying this, he didn't make any move.

Because he didn't know who to hand the lace menu held on a wooden board to.

Is it the noble lady who has to pay today, or the scumbag sitting next to her... or the young lady sitting opposite who keeps a cold look on her face?

This is Asai's ability, he does whatever he wants.

When she wears a maid uniform, she is the best maid. When she appears in a high-end restaurant in a decent evening dress, everyone will think that she is the most noble lady in Japan.

It is no joke that this temperament rivals Chizuru Amamiya's. One is a natural beauty while the other is a natural beauty.

After coming back to his senses, the waiter first eliminated the scumbag tree. He could see that this handsome boy was probably still a student, a college student, or the like. He obviously couldn't take the initiative in front of the cold lady and the noble lady... in private

It’s unclear who took the initiative at what time, but these two women must have the right to speak now.

Nanamiye came frequently, so she knew exactly what the waiters in these high-end restaurants were thinking. She smiled slightly and raised her head at Asai: "Let this little guy read the menu, ask her, and then ask me."

The waiter's ears twitched and he immediately understood that this lady was probably a member of the eldest lady's family.

I guess it's an aunt or something, right?

Now that the parents had spoken, he breathed a long sigh of relief and handed the menu to Asai Mao, bending down with a respectful attitude: "This is the order of serving. The wine will be delivered first later. If the guest has any questions about the wine,

Please speak up."

"Since you are so angry, Miss, let me explain this to you on behalf of this customer." The waiter smiled politely at Nanami Ye, and then said to Asai: "Our store is different from other omakase stores like 'Sushi' in Ginza.

Our main focus here is not a no-menu atmosphere, and the back chef will not come to the front desk. If you have any requests, please tell me and I will pass them on. At the same time, if you have any suggestions for improving the cuisine, please feel free to let me know."

"Today's menu includes sushi and kaiseki. After the chef's suggestion, the first dish and the first dish are kabayaki red conch and white shrimp sashimi respectively. The ingredients will be brought to you later. The first dish is pine leaves

Crab meat with puffer fish roe, and egg custard to adjust the taste. The second dish is ink sea urchin roll and shiso leaf tempura..."

Natsume Naoki pricked up his ears and listened. He didn’t understand these things at all. A second-generation rich man from a village has been in Tokyo for a year. The most expensive meal he ever had was the Buddha Jumping Over the Wall in Chinatown with the eel rice he ordered for takeout. It cost him

It's about seven to eight thousand yen.

After finishing that meal, he felt that other delicacies in the world were just like this.

But just now he checked on his mobile phone and found that the price of a bottle of wine alone could make him eat eel rice for a month until he vomited.

It's not that he can't afford the money, but that he's not used to such a life of extravagance and extravagance.

Natsume Naoki felt that when she was hungry at night in the two-story building at home, Asai would tie an apron over her underwear and simply crack a poached egg and eat some noodles.

I rubbed the handle and played a game in the bedroom, waiting for Asai to bring the most fragrant fireworks in the world in front of me, and silently accompany me to finish the meal.

How wonderful is this life? Why spend so much money just for a meal?

If you have that kind of money, you might as well buy some beautiful clothes for Asai.

But now, listening to all kinds of words coming from Asai's mouth, Natsume Naoki felt that she was a little strange for the first time.

Feel……

Asai is like a real princess in the deep palace, and she is a carefree free warrior.

It stands to reason that such people should have little contact with each other, but fairy tales always like to say this:

It is said that the real princess fell in love with the down-and-out warrior who liked to play the harmonica and was willing to live a poor life with him.

Natsume Naoki thought in his heart that if he didn't like to play the harmonica, it wouldn't be considered a downfall. Then would the princess still be willing to follow him?

hiss!

Taking a sharp breath, Natsume Naoki felt something cold sliding on his calf!

The reason why I use the word "sliding" to describe it is because the touch is really slippery, like the hair of a female ghost!

For a moment, Natsume Naoki thought there was something dirty in the box, and the hair on his back suddenly started to stand up. When he lowered his head to look, he discovered where the hair of some female ghost was.

It was clearly a foot that was dim because of the light.

Why slippery?

Because this is the feel of high-quality stockings.

It should be black.

Natsume Naoki thought for a while, and noticed when the school nurse came in, she seemed to be wearing black stockings...

Wait, is now the time to think about this?!

Why does Nanami's school nurse cross her legs, and the high heels on her feet are only hanging on the toes, and she is rubbing her knees with her heels?

"Hey, the little guy trembled?" Nanamiye took advantage of Asai to study the menu. In order not to be heard, she leaned into Natsume Naoki's ear and whispered: "Does the reaction have to be so big? It's more exciting than this.

It's not like we haven't done it before in the infirmary."

His breath was like blue, and he was too close. The breath from the school doctor's words hit his earlobe, bringing warmth and moisture.

Natsume Naoki felt an electric current flash through his body, and his waist and eyes were slightly numb.

"Nanami...school doctor, what are you..."

"Shh, you don't want Mao to see it either, right?"

"You actually have a good relationship with her, right? You actually called her by her first name."

"Because I hate the surname Asai...an unfortunate curse." A trace of sadness flashed across Nanamiye's eyebrows, but then she changed into the fun-loving joker: "Your first reaction was to ask about her, why?

,like her?"
Chapter completed!