Smoke on the Banquet Restaurant

Meng Hanchen opened the revolving door and walked straight to the reserved private room on the second floor. A waiter came to serve, she waved her hand, and the waiter left.

She leaned back slightly, the soft back of the chair massaged her back, and her body and mind were relaxed after a hard morning's work.

Mu Hezhou also walked to the door of the restaurant at this time, and he saw a pretty woman on the second floor from a distance lazily leaning on the back of the chair, looking like she was enjoying herself.

When his assistant told him that Meng Hanchen had an appointment, he didn't know what it was like.

A visceral interest overcame the keen doubts of the mall merchants.

Unexpectedly, Mu Hezhou agreed, and the assistant was particularly surprised.

What surprised the assistant even more was that Mu Hezhou would arrive at the restaurant early. You must know that this person who regards time as his life will not waste his time easily.

Meng Hanchen was leaning on the back of the chair, and when the corner of his eyes lightly glanced at the cold back on the stairs, he hurriedly got up and smiled professionally.

I must win this negotiation, Meng Hanchen thought secretly.

"Hello, Mr. Mu, it's a great honor to meet you."

Meng Hanchen took the lead in stretching out his right hand.

Mu Hezhou glanced at her lightly, stretched out his right hand, and gently shook it with Meng Hanchen:

"Hello, Mr. Meng."

The two sat down.

Meng Hanchen snapped his fingers, and a waiter came over:

"Ma'am, what do you need to provide?"

"Bring the menu, thank you."

"Yes, ma'am."

Meng Hanchen turned his head and said to Mu Hezhou with a slight apology:

"Mr. Mu, I don't know what you like to eat, so I'll temporarily wronged you today!"

Anyway, the menu has already been handed over, two copies.

After Meng Hanchen turned the first page, he didn't order, but looked up at Mu Hezhou:

"Mr. Mu, what do you like to eat?"

Mu Hezhou looked at it,

"It's all good, I believe in Miss Meng's taste."

Meng Hanchen hooked the corners of his lips,

"Then I'm sorry, Mr. Mu, allow me to secretly figure out your appetite." "Waiter! ”

"Order, ma'am."

Meng Hanchen nodded,

"A plate of grilled mille-feuille pregnant sea cucumber, a plate of roasted goose with vegetarian vegetables, a plate of fried sirloin with kumquats, a plate of Dalian abalone in sour soup, two portions of fried French foie gras, and two bowls of millet porridge boiled fish lips." ，

"What would you like to drink, Mr. Mu?"

Mu Hezhou had been staring at Meng Hanchen, and now the two suddenly looked at each other, he covered his emotions and said lightly:

"A bottle of 1995 Romanée Conti."

Meng Hanchen looked at the waiter:

"A bottle of 1995 Romanée Conti, a bottle of Liber Pater, thank you."

"Okay, please wait.".

Meng Hanchen looked directly at Mu Hezhou without hesitation, she didn't want to be twisted, she just wanted to finish things quickly and go back to work early. However, she still has to be reserved, but Mu Hezhou can't see her impatience.