After hearing what the old housekeeper Ah Fu said, Yang Song was both excited and nervous.
There is a saying that Hou Men is as deep as the sea!
There are taboos here. If you say the wrong thing, it will bring disaster to the whole family. This is the same as accompanying a king like a tiger.
For a moment, Yang Song felt a little scared and wanted to leave.
He already has enough now, and there is nothing wrong with being a rich second generation with no knowledge or skills for the rest of his life, with no worries about food and drink, and a cloud of beauties.
However, people are always greedy. Although it is said that accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger, if you don't give up, you will be killed.
But as long as you are happy, the benefits it will bring are unimaginable.
With just a word from you, your family's chickens and dogs can ascend to heaven, completely changing your destiny.
He gritted his teeth and decided to take a gamble. With an anxious mood, he cautiously followed Ah Fu towards the room.
In the room, on the large dining table covered with white tablecloth, there were cups and plates, and various exquisite dishes.
With so many delicacies, "Master Long" was the only one eating at the table.
In a short period of time, he had taken off the white suit and put on a purple robe.
Amidst the leisure and comfort, it also gives people an intangible aura of nobility.
This is what Yang Song envies the most. He usually buys all kinds of brand-name clothes to complement his taste and identity.
But it always feels a bit uninteresting.
On the other hand, Mr. Long's clothes in front of him did not have any labels or brand logos.
Not only do people with real status not need to rely on famous brands to show their status, on the contrary, those dazzling brands will lower their taste.
Yang Song couldn't help but think to himself, probably only country bumpkins would wear famous brands. Especially those brands that print large logos on their clothes and show off in the market, they are so popular!
Although Mr. Long was the only one dining, there were no less than ten people standing in the room.
In addition to the two bodyguards who look like evil gods, there are also chefs who introduce the dishes in a low voice, and maids who hold sterling silver tableware and serve Master Long with dishes at any time.
And the servants holding towels, mouthwash, red wine, and cigars.
This formation once again let Yang Song know what a true noble is.
Mr. Long had the gentlemanly demeanor that was the hallmark of an aristocrat. He smiled at Yang Song and said, "Hello."
"Have you eaten?"
"If you haven't eaten yet, let's sit down and eat something together."
Yang Song was flattered, but he didn't dare to sit down and dine with Mr. Long. He hurriedly nodded and bowed, and said with a smile: "Thank you, Mr. Long, I've already eaten."
"You are welcome. If you need anything, please tell me at any time."
As he spoke, he consciously stood next to a servant.
"Okay." Mr. Long was very easy-going. After nodding and smiling, he stopped looking at Yang Song and concentrated on eating.
He squinted his eyes and listened with a smile as the chef introduced the dishes in a low voice. When he saw something he was interested in, he pointed at it with his chopsticks.
The maid standing by the table immediately and carefully picked up a little bit with sterling silver chopsticks, held it on a sterling silver plate, and placed it on the plate in front of Master Long.
Long took a small bite, wiped his mouth, and took a sip of red wine.
Such a meticulous eating method lasted for half an hour. It was like welcoming Lafayette to a meal. No one spoke during the whole process.
Finally, Mr. Long finally sighed with satisfaction and said with a smile: "This is a lot of food, so let's do it."
"Butler, we are now advocating Operation CD. There are so many things, don't waste them."
"Remove it and let them all eat."
The housekeeper said hurriedly: "Thank you, Master, for the meal."
With a wave of his hand, a group of well-trained servants quickly removed a table of delicacies that looked untouched.
Only Young Master Long, the old housekeeper, and two evil bodyguards were left in the room. Young Master Long lit up a Cuban cigar and took a puff, and finally looked at Yang Song.
Yang Song trembled and said hurriedly: "Greetings to the young master!"
Mr. Long smiled: "You're welcome."
"I left Beijing secretly this time. Because my status is a bit special, I can't make it clear."
"Thank you for your attentive hospitality. If you have anything to do, please sit down and talk."