There was a lump in Qu Jiu's throat, and he couldn't let it out quickly.
"Let me come in, it's the friend I called here!"
The people outside the door heard a voice that was not Mr. Xi's, and there was no movement for a while.
Xi Er then spoke: "Please come in, ladies."
"Okay, Mr. Xi."
The waitress at the door really only listened to Xi Er.
After agreeing, I went to invite people.
She is wearing a blue and white cheongsam, has a graceful figure, graceful appearance, and her hair is meticulously tied.
It looks very cute.
Manshu couldn't help but take a second look.
"What kind of place is this? I've been to Hong Kong City so many times before, but I've never heard of it. I don't know if the food here is good or not."
Qi Xiang and Manshu whispered.
The cheongsam sister heard the two talking and understood that they were from the mainland.
She is not as high-minded as most people and looks down on mainlanders.
Instead, he smiled and said to the two of them: "Our store is not open to the public. We usually rely on word of mouth from some old customers. Those who can book a seat here are all old customers of the store."
Or, a new customer introduced by someone.
Of course, it also means that people who come here to eat are generally people with status.
There are also people like Mr. Xi who are particularly favored by the boss and can always get a meal when he comes over.
Although Manshu was also curious about this place, because the architectural decorations here were enough for her to appreciate, she didn't ask any more questions.
He only agreed casually: "The food in the restaurant must be delicious."
"That's natural." The cheongsam sister chuckled, "Our boss's ancestor was a palace chef. If it weren't for the war years, he arrived in Hong Kong City, and I'm afraid he would have become a well-known chef by now."
"But our boss doesn't care about those false reputations."
Manshu said nothing, only observing the structure of this private restaurant.
She found that the architecture here was very particular. At least, she must have seen Feng Shui.
She couldn't help but sigh. Sure enough, the people in Hong Kong believed in Feng Shui. Even a private restaurant was built according to Feng Shui metaphysics.
Especially the lotus pond in the atrium has the meaning of gathering wealth from all directions.
Manshu also accidentally saw it in Zhu Lao's collection of books, but he didn't do much research on it.
It’s just that she has a good memory and remembers it as soon as she reads it.
As soon as the cheongsam sister mentioned the boss, she really saw the boss.
The boss plays the guzheng in the water pavilion.
When the melody of the guzheng sounded, both Manshu and Qi Xiang were attracted.
"That's our boss and the owner of this place."
If the cheongsam sister wears a cheongsam that suits her well, the cheongsam makes her look more elegant.
Then, the owner of this private restaurant is a genius.
Her figure is such that it doesn't matter whether it increases or decreases, the body lines are just right, just like the ancients shaping the blue and white porcelain body, every stroke is carefully calculated.
There is also the exposed calf, the glowing white skin, and the straight swan neck. This boss seems to be born for cheongsam.
Although, in this place and in this weather, it should be very cold to wear a cheongsam.
Apparently, the boss felt cold too.
Because after she played a song, someone immediately gave her a cloak and asked her to put it on.
After putting on his cloak, the boss walked towards Manshu and the others.
Seeing two unfamiliar little girls, the boss wondered: "Where are these customers?"
"Mr. No. 9's box."
The cheongsam sister answered honestly.
"It turns out they are Mr. Xi's guests. I will take them there myself. You can go down first."