Ignoring Fei Ge's surprised gaze, Bo Jingshen first stepped into a small door next to the dining area with Fu Chaochao, who had to lower his head to the floor.

After entering the small door and walking for a while, a relatively large box appeared, and the environment was completely different from the outside.

It was quiet and elegant, with a few bouquets of lilies on the dining table and a small window letting in the air.

Fu Chaochao sat down, and there was a vague aroma lingering on the tip of his nose.

She looked left and right, but she didn't expect that there would be such a chic box in the noisy environment outside, and asked curiously, "Do you come often?" ”

Bo Jingshen said "um", "When I started my business in college, I formed a team with people, and often discussed things in this hotel, which can be regarded as a secret stronghold of ours. ”

Fu Chaochao smiled, "Then you must have a good relationship with the boss, how many years have you all graduated, and you have always kept it." ”

Bo Jingshen: "At that time, there were not many people in the restaurant who came to eat, so I relied on the four of us to increase my income. ”

I don't know what came to mind, he chuckled, and his inky eyes shone with a little streamer, "Our team is very domineering, and we often instruct Fei Ge and them to cook some other dishes to eat." ”

Fu Chaochao was very curious, and couldn't help but lean over and ask, "What do you say?" ”

Thin depth of field: "For example—"

He dragged on with a long breath, "It's a good Hunan restaurant, I want others to cook some Cantonese food." Obviously it is a place that specializes in spicy dishes, but I prefer people to make soup, saying that they want to replenish their bodies.

I can still remember the taste of all kinds of soups at that time, American ginseng stewed old hen soup, water chestnut white fungus soup, bitter gourd simple cold stewed pork ribs, black chicken ginseng soup......"

Fu Chaochao sneered, his eyes bent into crescent moons, "Is it delicious?" ”

"Hmm......"

Bo Jingshen's expression was a little heavy, "After all, the boss is not a professional Lingnan person, and he doesn't study soup culture deeply." ”

As soon as the conversation changed, he leaned back on the back of the chair, and he was not in shape: "You will know the taste when you taste it in the future." ”

Fei Ge deliberately came over and asked them what they wanted to eat, Bo Jingshen was casual, he could eat anything, and looked at Fu Chaochao.

Fu Chaochao looked at the menu, and wanted to order authentic Hunan cuisine, but as soon as the words came to his mouth, he became: "Boss, is there Cantonese cuisine?" ”

Fei Ge was stunned, deliberately glanced at Bo Jingshen, and saw that he didn't say anything, so he happily agreed, "Yes, whatever you want to eat, just say it, the whole banquet of the Manchu and Han Dynasty can be made for you!" ”

Fu Chaochao also glanced at the thin depth of field, and was facing a pair of smiling eyes, she quickly looked away and nodded unceremoniously:

"I want fried shrimp with winter melon, dry fried Niuhe, Cantonese steamed fish, sweet and sour pork ribs, well, that's all, enough."

The corners of Fei Ge's mouth seemed to twitch slightly, and the next second he said briskly: "Okay, I'll do it for you!" ”

Bo Jingshen glanced at her several times, from the first glance to the last open-minded look, his eyes burning and undisguised, as if staring at her to study something.

Fu Chaochao was a little uncomfortable to look at him, and bowed his head and said, "Is there anything wrong with me?" ”

Bo shook his head, "No." ”

Fu Chaochao puffed out his mouth, "Then why do you keep looking at me." ”

"If you're not looking at me, how do you know I've been looking at you?" He asked rhetorically, with a mockery in his eyes.

Fu Chaochao smoothed his hair a little uncomfortably, pinched the ends of his hair and curled it.

Bo Jingshen suddenly said: "When are you going to get curly hair." ”

"Huh?" So suddenly.

Bo Jingshen put his tongue on the top of his cheeks, and raised his eyebrows lightly with his arms in his hands, full of ruffianism: "I always think you will look good with curly hair." ”

Fu Chaochao was a little happy to be praised, and echoed in a small voice: "I think so too." ”