They have office workers dressed up, family-friendly families, and gatherings of friends.
In fact, many people in this city know that there are many underworld people gathering upstairs in this restaurant, but they don’t know that the main hall of the largest black country is here.
And they are still keen on dining here because this restaurant is famous far and wide.
Cantonese cuisine here is particularly famous, especially steamed fish, with delicious and smooth meat.
Pastry and desserts are essential items for breakfast and after meals. Fenglai Restaurant controls the appetite of customers. All kinds of delicacies are deeply loved by the people, so they will naturally be like clouds.
Lin Qianqian was taken to the VIP VIP room, and Guo Fenglai accompanied her as before, waiting for the man upstairs to come down to pick her up after the meeting.
After they sat down, the tea was served immediately, and then a large table of pastries. After counting carefully, there were actually as many as ten.
Lin Qianqian was slightly surprised: "This..."
"These are all signature snacks for restaurants. They are particularly popular in the tea market. You can try it." As he said that, he picked up the chopsticks and picked up crystal dumplings and osmanthus cakes for Lin Qianqian.
After going abroad for many years, she ate a lot of bread and salad in foreign countries. These little nods with Chinese characteristics have long forgotten.
When he saw this, he naturally agreed with Guo Fenglai, and with a huh, he pressed the chopsticks gracefully, picked up one and put it into his mouth.
Take a little bite and taste it very ladylike.
Guo Feng looked at her and sighed in his heart. What a beautiful and elegant girl, no wonder Yan Shao couldn't let go of her.
"Is it tasty?"
"Yeah, delicious."
"Eat more, and try the black tea here, the top Dahongpao."
Guo Fenglai's enthusiasm is in sharp contrast with Lin Qianqian's elegance, but Guo Fenglai doesn't mind.
After a while, the door of the VIP box was pushed open, and the tall and cold man walked in, followed by the dull Deng Liang.
Guo Fenglai quickly stood up to greet him: "Young Master Yan."
Yan Mubei didn't look at her, but looked at Lin Qianqian at first sight. Seeing her leisurely tasting tea and eating, her eyes were a little softer: "Are you hungry?"
She put down her chopsticks, looked at him, and nodded.
Yan Mubei then turned to look at Guo Fenglai and Deng Liang, and said, "You all go out and let the kitchen make a few dishes."
"Yes." They quit with tactfully and then closed the door.
The man pulled away the chair next to her and sat down.
The eyes fell on the obsidian bracelet on her left wrist, and as her wrist moved, obsidian and platinum flashed differently.
He reached out to put his hand on her shoulder and pulled the two closer together. The man curled his lips with a deep look and a satisfied look.
Fenglai Restaurant’s pastries are indeed well-known. Lin Qianqian tastes them one by one and finds that there is nothing she doesn’t like to eat.
The neglected black boss called her dissatisfiedly: "Lin Qianqian."
Hearing this, she looked at him with a puzzled look: "What?"
"I want to eat too."
"Eat it, I didn't let you stop eating."
Yan Mubei narrowed his eyes and forbeared: "Hey me."
Lin Qianqian snorted her mouth and spit out vague words: "You don't have hands?"
In an instant, Yan Mubei's blue veins rioted, and a cold and low air pressure rushed forward.
这死女人既不温柔又不可爱,还会踹他下床和揍人,他到底抽哪门子风才会喜欢上她??
Lin Qianqian flashed with inspiration. She remembered that she had something to ask for him, so she quickly picked up the osmanthus cake and fed it to him: "Here you come, ah, be good, open your mouth to eat."