So, several people parked their cars again and walked into this high-end Chinese restaurant.
The few of them were politely welcomed by the service staff to a top-notch private room on the third floor. Leng Zirui immediately pretended to order a bunch of dishes.
The food and wine were served quickly, and the presentation of the dishes was very good. Leng Zirui immediately picked up his chopsticks and started eating.
In order to please his Asian girlfriend, ROY deliberately learned how to use Chinese tableware. Acker was not surprised by his taste in Chinese food and the use of tableware.
When he was full, Leng Zirui lowered his chopsticks.
"I want to meet the chef!"
"This..." the waiter was a little embarrassed, "These are all done by our boss, he... is very busy!"
"You're so busy that you don't care about the wire in the dish, are you?" Leng Zirui stretched out his chopsticks and picked out a thin wire.
The waiter's expression suddenly changed and he apologized, "I'm so sorry. I'll call our boss over right away!"
Ake looked at the wire on his chopsticks, imagining that the food he just ate might have hygiene problems, and just frowned slightly.
"Don't worry." Leng Zirui threw the wire on the table, "I just put it in. There is nothing wrong with these dishes."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the box was pushed open. The waiter carefully opened the door and let a person in. The person waved gently, and the waiter exited and closed the door of the box.
It was a man about forty or fifty years old, tall, wearing a white chef's uniform, with gray hair and a beard that almost covered half of his face. Under the eyebrows that were also stained with hoarfrost was a pair of slightly blurred eyebrows.
Gray eyes.
"I am the person in charge of this restaurant, how can I help you?!"
When he came to Leng Zirui, the man asked politely in Italian.
Leng Zirui frowned. Of course he knew Italian, but ROY didn't, so he could only pretend that he didn't understand.
Ake was busy translating for him.
Leng Zirui looked at the man carefully, then raised his chin towards the dishes on the table, "You made all these dishes?"
Ake helped him translate to the other party.
"Yes." The other party still replied in Italian.
When the man spoke, Leng Zirui's eyes looked at him critically.
This is the Chinese restaurant that Big Brother mentioned before. Although this person looks a bit like Big Brother, he...
Noticing Leng Zirui's gaze, the man suddenly blinked at him quietly, and then stretched out his left hand to pick up the wire on the table. Although there were some signs of age on his face, he seemed to have entered middle age.
The man's palm is very slender and his fingers are very long.
When he reached out to pick up the wire, a watch on his wrist was also partially exposed. Seeing the watch, Leng Zirui immediately determined that the man in front of him was his eldest brother Leng Zimo.
As expected of an actor, he even learned makeup skills so well that even he was almost fooled.
Recognizing that the person in front of him was Leng Zimo, Leng Zirui felt relieved and immediately said in English, "I want to hire you to be my personal chef!"
After listening to Ake's translation, Leng Zimo immediately shook his head, "I'm really sorry, sir, I...I'm afraid I can't accept your offer because I..."
"I'm afraid, you have to agree!" Leng Zirui lazily raised his left hand, "Mr. Chef!"
The two men standing behind him immediately took out their guns and pointed them at Leng Zimo.
