Actually?

There are many kinds of cocktails, and there are also many kinds of base wines, and who dictates that Mexican restaurants can only use tequila as the base wine? These words can only deceive Yuanyuan, a rookie who does not know how to drink.

"Boss, Mrs. Qian, let's go in, the seats in the Mojito restaurant are very sought-after at this time, if we want to grab a good seat, I think we have to hurry up." Tom smiled and made a gesture of please.

The small cluster of flames he had just raised was extinguished by the boss's words, and this time it was very thorough!

"Hmm. ”

......

Mojito, the name of a famous cocktail, reads sexy and elegant, with a mysterious Mexican hot girl feel, but in reality, this cocktail is actually a famous Cuban cocktail.

Well, as a Mexican restaurant, I don't know what the owner of this restaurant thinks about using the name of Cuban cocktail.

Wouldn't it be another "Blue Mountain Cafe"?

Thinking about what happened to the café near the airport before, just listening to Tom mention the name Mojito, Jinyang's impression of this restaurant he had never met before dropped by a few points.

Well, even he hasn't ordered yet.

As a restaurant near Taxco Arts and Crafts Street, and a restaurant famous for its cocktails and corn feasts, Mojito has a very good business almost every day, and this time point is even more full.

The long wooden tables are neatly arranged in the hall, but the chairs are red, yellow and blue, and visitors dressed in different clothes have a strange sense of disobedience when sitting on the same colorful chairs.

But instead of being rejected by this strange sense of disobedience, the restaurant has become a strong feature with a visitor sitting on almost every chair.

The hall seems to be ...... Full?

Looking left and right, it seems that it is really full, and there are even some tourists who also have no seats looking around like them, wanting to leave but unwilling, which makes Jinyang, who already has a bad impression of the restaurant with the name of a Cuban cocktail, feel a little worse.

"I didn't even have a seat when I ordered dinner, bad review!"

Yuanyuan was also full of disappointment, she walked around the street all morning, and ran to the hospital in a panic in the morning.

What should I do if I'm hungry?

There seems to be a queue here, oh my God, aren't we going to queue too? I don't want to queue up, my legs are sore......

Yuanyuan's face was full of unhappiness, but she was really tired, and now that she had no seat, she had to find a random place to lean on, so that her tired body could get a little rest.

Seeing this, he hurriedly recommended himself to his boss Mao Sui, "Boss, don't you have a black card from Citibank?" I know that restaurants of a certain grade will reserve some seats no matter how busy they are, and this Mojito restaurant may also reserve some seats, you and Mrs. Qian will wait here for a while, and I will ask first. ”

Huh, why didn't I think of that? Sounds like a good idea...... Jin Yang's eyes suddenly lit up, and he nodded with a little surprise, "Go, I'll wait for your good news." ”

A black card is a black card, and it sounds like it's awesome, but it comes at a great cost, and it's not useful everywhere.

For a regional restaurant, the black card may not be of much use, and they may not have any cooperation with the big international banks.

But how to say, it won't hurt to try, what if other people's restaurants sell this kind of black card face? After all, those who have this kind of black card are super rich, even if they don't stammer, it's best not to offend.

Just a meal, not so much!

A few bright yellow pillars stand in all directions in the hall, and they are painted with black brush and ink all kinds of strange "patterns", although it looks weird, but this strange combination is full of a strange charm.

It is actually very eye-catching, and Jin Yang will be attracted to it unconsciously.

"Huh? These are not strange patterns, they look like a lot of signatures, tsk, interesting, cousin, hurry up and take a look, do you see if there are all kinds of signatures painted on this pillar?" After walking a few steps, the sharp-eyed Jin Yang found that those strange patterns turned out to be signatures one by one, no wonder I saw several people standing in front of these pillars just now and sneakily didn't know what they were doing.

It turned out that they were all autographing!

There is no place for the time being, and he doesn't want to run away to find a new restaurant, at least Jin Yang is not ready to leave this restaurant that impresses him very badly before Tom returns, so he has to find something to pass the time for himself, and focus on these pillars that suddenly appear in his eyes.

"See for yourself, I don't have the energy to look at a bunch of broken signatures, I'm tired and hungry now, and now I just want to find a seat to have a good meal and replenish myself a little energy. Yuanyuan shook her head listlessly, leaning against the pillar and not bothering to move.

It's impossible to move, ha, even though she's leaning against one of the pillars, but it doesn't take energy to turn around, does it?

"It's really boring!" Hearing his cousin say this, Jin Yang quickly lost interest in these pillars, who said it wasn't? Tired and hungry, who could be interested in a pile of broken signatures?

The rich aroma of corn wafts through the air, mixed with the smell of Mexican peppers, which not only does not feel a little choking, but makes people look forward to the corn feast here.

Hey, why do you feel more hungry, I hope that Thomp guy will go well, and the owner of the restaurant will be smarter, isn't it just a few seats, this little face will always be given, right?

Sure enough, Jin Yang guessed very well, no matter whether this restaurant has related services or not, as long as it is a businessman, it will not easily offend a super-rich man, and not long after Tom went, a typical Mexican with curly hair walked over behind him.

"The owner, this is Mr. Santos, the owner of this restaurant. Tum leaned over and whispered.

"Well, well done. Jin Yang nodded and looked at Mr. Santos, the owner of the restaurant, who was striding over.

Dark, it can also be said that brown skin, full of curly hair, high nose bridge and deep-seated bird's nest, typical Mexican, age can not be seen, anyway, in Jinyang's opinion, these foreigners except for the white hair, the others seem to be about the same age.

Walking with a trot, his face was full of smiles, and Jin Yang even saw a little flattery on his face, well, a typical small businessman.

For this Mr. Santos who met for the first time, Jinyang had only one feeling: typical!