When coming down from the employee passage, almost all the employees working in the lobby looked at Luo Yu with awe. You must know that going up and coming down are two different things. Except for the subordinates that the manager wants to see, the people going up are the lunatics who are desperate for their lives, and everyone is safe and sound.
For those who have stepped down, their status is not that simple.
The lobby manager on the first floor initially suspected that Luo Yu just went up the stairs and then came down again, and wanted to ask the security guard to check. However, when they saw the cigar between his fingers, that idea was suddenly dismissed:
There is a layer of gold ring on the edge of the cigar, which is where the general manager smokes.
"Hey, this is my manager, what do you have to say?" The lobby manager saw the indicator light on the walkie-talkie on his waist flashing non-stop.
"Yeah, okay, I understand." The manager in the lobby put down the intercom and felt his head was wet. Fortunately, he didn't provoke the young man just now, but who was he? The manager actually said that he would obey his orders in everything.
"Sir, what do you want?" The well-trained waiter held a small book and was about to write down the dishes ordered by the strangely dressed young man in front of him. Suddenly, he was pushed aside by the lobby manager.
"I'll do it here, you go over there." The lobby manager sent the waiter to another place, bent down and asked Luo Yu: "What would you like to order?"
Luo Yu hasn't eaten dinner yet, and now his stomach is growling with hunger, but the beautifully printed beef brisket and roast chicken on the menu really don't arouse his interest.
"A bowl of egg fried rice, please add another egg." Luo Yu closed the menu with a snap.
"This..." The lobby manager hesitated.
"No?" Luo Yu glanced at him.
"Yes, yes, I'll ask them to do it." Remembering what the general manager said before, the lobby manager hurriedly ran to the kitchen.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Xu Qing looking towards him, and Luo Yu stretched out her hand to make a reassuring gesture.
Xu Qing just saw the lobby manager of the Supreme Restaurant walking towards Luo Yu, and thought he was going to kick him out. Now it looks like he doesn't know what method the gangster used to get the manager, and he is eating happily in such a high-end hotel.
...That is... Xu Qing's eyes widened, what Luo Yu was eating was actually the ordinary egg fried rice.
“For this bowl of egg fried rice, we used the rice that was dried last night to ensure that it is dry. The eggs are absolutely fresh and have been laid by free-range hens no more than 3 hours ago. The sauce is made from Australian lobster roe and caviar.
..." The lobby manager was explaining how much time it took to make this bowl of egg fried rice. He watched Luo Yu devour it in three mouthfuls, and the heartache of chewing peonies made him couldn't help but despise Luo Yu for not knowing.
taste.
After eating the last egg drop on the plate, Luo Yu promised not to waste a grain of food. He always kept in mind what his mother taught him when he was a child: "Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard work?"
"Well, overall it's okay, but remember to tell the chef to use less oil when putting the eggs in the pan. After pouring the sauce in, you can add some water to simmer, which will make it more delicious." Luo Yu wiped his mouth, "Let's try it later.
Make one and I’ll pack it.”
The lobby manager stayed there for a while before coming back to his senses. He ran to the kitchen and was about to ask the chef to make another one. The chef rubbed his hands in embarrassment and said, "Manager, I'm sorry.
I shook it and sprinkled a lot of oil in it, but the sauce didn't absorb the flavor. I wonder if the customer is satisfied?"
"All...all hits." The lobby manager opened his mouth wide, "Is he the legendary God of Cookery?"
Luo Yu looked towards Xu Qing's table. The girl was stirring the tablecloth with her hands. The steak in front of her was almost untouched. From this angle, Steve seemed to be telling some kind of joke.
, but Xu Qing’s smile was so artificial that her jaw almost dropped.
Seeing that the beauty in front of him didn't seem to be interested, Steve put the last piece of steak into his mouth, chewed a few mouthfuls and swallowed: "I'll give you a song, I hope you like it."
After saying that, he got up and walked towards the orchestra. Before coming here today, he had already made an appointment with the orchestra leader here for tonight's music: Schubert's "Serenade", the best song to express love to the girl you like.
.
"We're going." Luo Yu sat on a chair and watched the pretty boy Steve walking towards the band in a graceful manner. He felt that the hairs on his hair were about to stand on end. What does it look like for a grown man to walk like a catwalk?
Xu Qing looked at Luo Yu, and when he saw his indifferent look, he felt anxious: "People are going to confess their love in public. You are still watching there. The day lilies will be cold when you come again."
Xu Qing was about to give Luo Yu a hint, but saw the lobby manager who had just left come back and say something in Luo Yu's ear, and Luo Yu followed him away, completely ignoring the hint from Xu Qing's expression.
"It's so ugly to wink..." Luo Yu followed the lobby manager to the dressing room dedicated to the orchestra, where a bearded man was waiting for his arrival with his hands folded.
"This is the band's costume designer and image designer, Mr. Brad." The lobby manager introduced.
"Hello." The two men shook hands. Mr. Brad's Chinese was not bad, and his palms were dry and warm. The shallow layer of calluses on his knuckles should be caused by holding rulers all the time, and they were quite smooth when touched.
Luo Yu's first impression of him was very good.
"Mr. Brad is an internationally famous costume designer. We hired him with a high salary to design costumes for our orchestra, because only a famous designer like him is worthy of our orchestra." The lobby manager did not say this.
Bragging, the band of the Supreme Restaurant is indeed a very famous band in France. Legend has it that Miao Xinghai spent almost half of his property in order to recruit them to serve his restaurant alone.
Brad walked around Luo Yu, looked up and down his figure, and used a tape measure to measure Luo Yu's bust and waist. He said, "Perfect, so perfect."
"What?" Luo Yu was very surprised by the reaction of Brad, a foreigner. Could it be that he was too perfect? He thought...
"Oh, oh, Mistero, right?" Brad led Luo Yu to the clothes rack on one side, "Your figure is a standard clothes rack, and you will look good in whatever you wear. I feel like there is one designed by me.
The clothing is made just for you.”
The orchestra's performance in the hall outside suddenly stopped, and many customers who were eating looked towards the stage, wondering what was going on.
"Everyone." Steve stood in front of the band with a microphone and smiled, "I want to interrupt you for a few minutes."
The customers below were whispering to each other, because Steve was so handsome and made a good first impression, so no customers had objected to his approach yet, and they were all waiting quietly to see what he wanted to do.
"Today is my first date..." Steve said naturally.
"Fart!" A man and a woman in the hall cursed fiercely at the same time, "Slutty little pretty face."
"I specially ordered a piece of music for my female companion today, Schubert's Serenade. I hope she will like it." Steve's affectionate eyes made Xu Qing want to vomit, but luckily before him
I know a little bit about this person, otherwise I would have been fooled today. This guy is so clever. He even wants everyone to know when he requests a song.