Chrissy was introducing Nangong Ming to the chubby female cashier behind the counter, when the elevator door behind her opened, and Chrissy turned around when she heard the voice. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Nangong Ming also hurriedly followed, and saw that Sister Wang was walking down with a few pot-bellied guests. When the guests passed by, Chrissy politely sent the guests off, and Sister Wang kept sending the guests outside the hospital.

Chrissy whispered to Nangong Ming: "If there are customers in the store, don't turn your back to the customer, that would be rude." I didn't know when I first came, but I was seen by Sister Wang and was disciplined. Chrissy looked like she was recalling a very cold memory, and she had goosebumps on her arms. Nangong Ming thought of being told defenselessly in the elevator, and he still had palpitations, and he could fully imagine Chrissy's mood at that time, and couldn't help but feel sympathy.

Sister Wang walked in from outside the door, saw Nangong Ming who was reading the recipe there seriously, and glanced at Chrissy next to her, probably guessing what was going on, and said, "I'm still wondering where you went." Chrissy, Seat 35 pack up and take Xiao Nan with you. ”

Chrissy walked to the pantry and handed Nangong Ming an empty end plate, then took one for herself and pressed the elevator upstairs button. Nangong Ming looked at her in surprise. The elevator door opened immediately, Yu Ai walked in, Nangong Ming looked back and saw that Sister Wang didn't pay attention to this side, and hurriedly hid in. The elevator doors slammed shut slowly in front of him.

"Didn't you say you can't use the elevator?" Nangong Ming was afraid that Sister Wang would settle accounts with him later.

"When the guests don't use it, we're fine." Chrissy said lively.

The third floor arrived. Similar to the first floor, there are no guests on the third floor. As soon as you enter the lobby on the third floor, you will meet the bar counter on the right, and the shelves behind the bar counter are full of colorful wine bottles and various crystal clear wine glasses, and the staff has not yet arrived at this time.

The third floor is half indoor and half outdoor. The layout of the exterior is similar to that of the exterior on the first floor, with tables with metal brackets and glass tops arranged in a certain pattern, and a few white canvas sun umbrellas in the middle. There is also a separate presidential private room outside, and the inside of the glass wall is covered by pink curtains, so that it is difficult to see the furnishings inside. Chrissy said that the guests who usually book a private room are personally entertained by Sister Wang, and the waiter is also a senior with old qualifications, Chrissy is only responsible for serving them dishes outside, and her eyes seem to be saying that a rookie like Nangong Ming wants to enter such a holy place to serve dishes or dispel the idea as soon as possible. In fact, Nangong Ming wasn't even interested in stepping through that door at all, he was more interested in how many dishes he could steal when he served those people a plate.

The interior decoration is more like a bar, the tables and chairs are all wooden, and the style is matched with the bar, and the largest can accommodate eight or nine people at the same time.

Block 35 is on the top of the third floor and requires a narrow flight of stairs to get up. It seems that this store has put all the space that can be used to make money. Chrissy says to check if anyone is coming down before going up the stairs to avoid causing congestion.

Before you even go to the roof, you can feel the wind coming in from the staircase, and the feeling of the wind blowing through your skin is completely different from the feeling of the wind blowing from the air conditioner downstairs.

The sun has completely set, and the western sky has taken on the style of a black-and-white photograph, with the clouds and clouds all having distinct shapes and outlines, from the bottom of the white like silver wings to the top of the deep blue almost all black, the transition is even, and a half moon looms. With the small silhouette of the tall buildings in the distance, the heavenly realm is incomparably wide. This scene made Nangong Ming's heart surge, and he only hated that he was not a poet.

The style of the tables and chairs on the roof is intended to match the artistic conception, the tables and chairs are slender and high, and the tables and chairs downstairs are all white and pink small fresh style, and the decoration on the tables and chairs also has British classical characteristics. On each tabletop, there is a glass lampshade in the shape of a Western-style pavilion, and there are candles in the lamp, which have not yet been lit at this time, and Nangong Ming can imagine the warm picture of couples full of seats when the candles are all lit.

Seat 35 is located in a protruding position directly opposite the staircase, relatively independent from the other seats, and just above the presidential private room downstairs, where instead of tables and chairs, leather sofas and coffee tables are placed, which is destined to hint at its specialness. Sure enough, Chrissy told him that it was the boss. The starting price and consumer price made Nangong Ming stick out his tongue in fright.

The coffee table in the boss's seat was full of plates of different sizes, and some of the fat man's things had only touched a little. Nangong Ming hadn't eaten dinner yet, and tried his best to restrain his urge to eat leftovers. These CEOs also seem to be people who will enjoy it, and it is estimated that they are enjoying the sunset while enjoying the scenery of the western mountains while eating.

"You can eat a little bit, just don't let the guests see it." Chrissy said, looking at the table full of leftovers.

Chrissy looked left and right, and seeing that there was no one, she cut off a small piece of steak that had not been touched much with a knife and stuffed it into her mouth, chewed it vigorously, and nodded approvingly at Nangong Ming.

Nangong Ming swallowed hesitantly and watched Chrissy eat a few more pieces of fruit.

"It's going to be dumped in the kitchen anyway......" Chrissy suddenly stopped talking, and then quickly pulled out a piece of paper to wipe the grease from her mouth. As soon as she threw the paper on the table and stayed with the other napkins, Nangong Ming heard footsteps coming from the staircase behind her.

A waiter led a group of couples to board up, and the women were obviously very satisfied with the mood here, especially when the small candle light in the center of the table was lit, and the soft orange light stained her and her lover's faces, her bursting girlish heart numbled Chrissy and Nangong Ming's flesh standing on the side. This numbness was still tormenting the skin until the two of them quickly finished cleaning up the plates, knives and forks, and Nangong Ming followed Chrissy down the narrow staircase.

Since there were several guests coming downstairs at the elevator entrance, Chrissy decided to take the stairs. The door at the staircase was next to the bar, and as soon as Chrissy walked over, the door opened from the other side, and Chrissy stopped suddenly, and Nangong almost hit it.

"Good night, no, I mean good evening." Chrissy greeted, and even the deaf could tell how nervous Chrissy's tone was.

"Good evening." A male voice sounded on the other side of the door, and this voice felt quite gentle and magnetic even when a man like Nangong Ming heard it, and Nangong Ming even felt that he had encountered a similar voice before, as if it was not long ago.

"Are you moving wine? Heavy, right? You please. "Chrissy's taste is no longer just a matter of being obvious. Nangong Ming felt that his arms were violently sore while holding a large stack of plates.

"I think it's better for ladies to come first." The other end of the door was actually politely closed.

"No, you please!" Chrissy insisted, but her body didn't have the slightest intention of moving to the side, and Nangong Ming looked at the back of her head in confusion.

"Well, it's rude to disobey the lady's invitation."

Nangong Ming heard the sound of the wine bottles colliding with each other slightly, and was glad that the man on the other end of the door had made a wise choice, and he wondered that Chrissy's plate was not lighter than his own, didn't she feel it?

Chrissy was still standing in place and blocking the door, Nangong Ming whispered a reminder behind her, and she screamed and came back to her senses from some kind of hallucination and jumped aside.

Out of the dim shadows behind the door came a handsome face, still wearing the dark glasses, and holding a small case of wine in his arms.