Chapter 408: Undignified Clothing
To say that a hot pot restaurant can be so tall, so magnificent, and so elegant, it is the first time that a butterfly has been made.
It is not an exaggeration to describe it as magnificent, it looks like a luxurious palace, splendid and dazzling.
It's not like the traditional hot pot restaurant at all, with a smoky miasma, steaming heat and mixed language. Even if you don't come to eat hot pot, as long as you go to the bao, you will get the smell of hot pot.
If it weren't for the words "Huoyang", it would be really difficult to associate such a luxurious and exquisite place with the kind of hot pot restaurant where a group of friends simply come to eat and drink, ready to fight and make trouble at any time.
If it weren't for the steaming red soup under the lamp, the constant brushing of mutton by diners, and the smell of hot pot soup with a strange aroma that was diffused in the breeze and the pepper pepper and various spices, you would really hardly think of this place as a hot pot restaurant. I thought it was a fine restaurant.
Although the fragrance is somewhat cookie-set, it is the most familiar, with a magical temptation that is enough to stimulate your taste buds and appetite in an instant.
When they first entered the door, the butterflies thought they had gone through the wrong door. Gao Ruohan pulled the butterfly and said calmly: That's right, this is it, is there such a big fire sheep sheep on the top of the head?
Indeed, that's what it tastes like! The butterfly suddenly felt as if she was very hungry, and she was a little impatient to swallow a sheep at once.
Although you are hungry, you still need to pay attention to your demeanor here. Because no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a place where people can unload their minds, open their bellies, and eat and drink.
Originally, the hot pot restaurant was an extremely relaxed and casual place, nothing was exquisite, and it didn't matter what the etiquette was. But today, the atmosphere of this hot pot restaurant is too elegant, and the diners are too polite, so that a butterfly who is seriously preparing to come and have a wild laugh suddenly realizes that he must pay attention to his image and demeanor.
When she entered the store, Butterfly couldn't help but straighten her clothes and brush her hair, so as not to look too casual and unseemly. I also thought that I knew that I was running in this kind of place, so I should have changed into better clothes, and I was wearing undershirts and shorts, which was a bit too arrogant.
Because even the service ladies inside are all elegant and calm, and their manners are thousands. That attitude and eyes are almost like the daughter of a big family.
Seeing the butterflies, the three of them are not amazing, the clothes are not decent, and the sloppy smile at the corner of their mouths is enough to make you understand what it means to be forced by wind, swords, frost and swords.
It's definitely a cold sword with a cold light, the kind of self-esteem that scorns and stabs butterflies.
The diners who came in and out looked like they were walking the red carpet of the Cannes Film Festival, dressed in a grand way.
There was a woman wearing a luxurious long dress, surrounded by a group of people and leaving gracefully, after eating the hot pot was still holding her belly, even more deflated than the hungry belly of the butterfly, Man danced her slender waist, and disappeared from the three of them in front of the three of them, looking like a saint who does not eat fireworks.
Butterfly and Gao Ruohan were basically blinded by the unexpected scene in front of them, and they almost forgot what they were doing here.
The waiters basically left the three of them to eat, and instead diligently went to see off the woman who was leaving.
The woman's noble head was always up, and her eyes were empty. A group of people in Hulala left the scene like the stars holding the moon. Perhaps for some people, eating is just a ceremonial activity.
The rest of the waiters whispered in private about who was who.
The butterfly didn't hear clearly, but it always felt familiar, but for a moment it couldn't remember who it was.
However, this chance encounter made the butterfly, who had been working for a day, a little unkempt, and unadorned, feel terrified, and for a moment felt that he was a little as vulgar as Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden.
Fortunately, Gao Ruohan beside her didn't care about this, she still straightened her waist straighter, raised her head higher, and made her head more full.
Striding inside, he pushed the butterfly that was still in a daze, and said: Don't look at it, see if you can fill your belly? If I can fill my belly, I'll chase after it. Let's go, let's eat our go. There is nothing to see about celebrities, but they look better in clothes and have more makeup on their faces. Didn't you notice that you still have a mouthful of lipstick after eating?
In this regard, the butterfly knows that Gao Ruohan is better than herself, she is more heroic and wanton, or blunt sensitive, and is not easily affected by the external atmosphere.
Butterflies, on the other hand, are sometimes overly sensitive and sharp. If Gao Ruohan thinks about three sides, then butterflies will consider at least six sides.
Sometimes sensitivity doesn't affect others, but it hurts yourself.
Finally, a service lady fell in front of them like a flower, and asked in a low voice: Three?
Gao Ruohan deliberately raised his voice and said: Yes, there are only three people, not a fourth person.