From yesterday's dinner to the exquisite supper, Luo Xiaoqian was full of expectations for the new chef's cooking skills.
Of course, not only because of the food he made, but also the chef himself, it was a very strange feeling.
For the first time in several days, going to a restaurant to eat became an expectation rather than a headache at the thought of it.
Luo Xiaoqian walked briskly into the restaurant. The long dining table was covered with a gorgeous embroidered tablecloth. The maid had already set the tableware. When she saw her, she immediately saluted politely and respectfully.
Turning around, Luo Xiaoqian walked to the end of the dining table.
This is Locke's rule. Even if there are only two of them eating, they must occupy the main seats at both ends of the long table. Locke walked up behind her, helped her pull out the chair and spread the tablecloth, in a gentlemanly and elegant manner.
Luo Xiaoqian felt a little uncomfortable. It was just a breakfast. Isn't this too grand?
A maid saw the two entering the door and immediately walked into the kitchen.
"Mr. L, Madam and Sir have arrived at the restaurant."
Leng Zimo responded softly and put the wrapped wontons into the pot. The boiling water quickly cooked the wontons. He neatly put the wontons into the prepared bowl.
"Is it okay?"
The maid stood aside and watched with enjoyment as he put the side dishes on the plate.
He didn't seem to be young anymore, but there seemed to be something about this man, even just a profile, that was so attractive that she couldn't help but want to look at him.
"This one belongs to Madam." Leng Zimo raised his hand and pointed to the one on the left, "The other one belongs to Mr. Don't give it to the wrong one."
The two maids nodded, carefully remembered it in their minds, picked up the trays and walked out, delivering two seemingly indistinguishable breakfasts to them.
Leng Zimo walked up behind the two of them, stopped outside the restaurant door, and listened.
In the jade porcelain bowl, there are beautiful Yuanbao-shaped handmade wontons, accompanied by beautifully cut green vegetables, which makes people feel appetizing.
Even if it's just a vegetable, it's cut so beautifully. This chef must be someone who loves cooking.
I don’t know what kind of person his wife will be. Come to think of it, you must be very happy to have such a husband, right?
Luo Xiaoqian thought secretly in her heart, and took a spoon with her hand to hold a wonton and brought it to her mouth. The soup was delicious and fragrant but not too strong to be disgusting. The skin was very thin and full of fillings, which was very tasty.
The smell had a familiar feel, as if she had heard it before.
Could it be that she has been to his restaurant?!
Thinking of this, Luo Xiaoqian raised her face and looked at Locke opposite.
“What is the name of the restaurant where this chef works?”
"The chef was hired by ROY, I'm not sure." Locke smiled back at her, "How does it taste?"
"Great." Luo Xiaoqian looked at his untouched tableware, "Why don't you eat it?"
"I... am about to eat."
Locke picked up the spoon. He was used to drinking black coffee for breakfast. He was not very interested in the soupy and watery things in front of him, especially vegetables. He hated vegetables, but he didn't want to disappoint Luo Xiaoqian, so he picked up the spoon.
He scooped up a wonton and put it in his mouth.
The strange smell went straight into his mouth and nose, and Locke felt his nose and eyes sore, and raised his eyebrows in pain.
"What's wrong?"
Looking at his strange expression, Luo Xiaoqian asked in confusion.
"I...cough..." Locke opened his mouth to speak, but the spicy smell suddenly rushed into his nose. He coughed uncontrollably and finally swallowed the wontons in his mouth.
