After entering, it is the vestibule, which is antique, and there is a water pavilion on the floor, and there is no cave.

"What is this place?" Forsythia twisted, staggering his arms around his waist.

Feng Lixing didn't stop it, put his hand in his trouser pocket, and replied: "This is Huange Villa, the Zhou family's courtyard!" ”

Gee...... Even the other courtyard is so elegant and chic, it is worthy of the Yecheng Zhou family.

Forsythia also knows something about the Zhou family, a global media tycoon, after three generations of operation, there are currently three mainstream websites in China, two of which are controlled by the Zhou family, and there are countless magazines and weeklies.

Among them, the top "Modern" magazine in the fashion circle is run by Zhou Hongsheng's only son, Zhou Shen.

Who is Zhou Hongsheng? He is the protagonist of today's birthday banquet, the person in charge of Zhou's Media.

However, the Zhou family is very low-key, and there are few scandals or magazine news, so Forsythia has never seen a single Zhou family.

While thinking, the two of them did not realize that they had passed through the vestibule.

The birthday banquet is set up in the middle hall, before entering the middle hall, there will be a staff to each guest to give a small red birthday lantern, similar to the small lantern used by the ancient eunuchs, rice paper pasted up, and the word "longevity" is written with a brush outside.

The person who distributed the birthday lantern also emphasized that at the end of the birthday banquet, everyone can go to the Qinfang Pond in the backyard to put the river lantern, and the river lantern is installed in the birthday lantern, and the lampshade can be taken off.

It's quite a chic idea.

"You go around outside first, I'll go in and have something to do." Feng Lixing took Forsythia to the entrance of the middle hall and stopped, and Forsythia looked up at the plaque on the courtyard door, which read the words "Tatefengxuan".

She didn't ask much and left on her own.

Walk through the cloister and you'll find the backyard.

In the garden in the back garden, there are many temporary long tables with simple drinks and vegetarian meals.

There are not many guests, shuttling between them in twos and threes, but it seems a little deserted, and there are no lights in the courtyard, and not even a single Zhou family member has seen it.

This is the private banquet of the Zhou family that the circle is rushing to attend? It's so shabby.

Not even a single meat!

Forsythia spun around and only picked a few cherries to fill her stomach.

When he was depressed and bored, a slightly familiar male voice sounded behind him.

"Miss Yu, meet again!"

Forsythia turned her head and wrinkled her eyebrows.

The man in front of him felt a little familiar.

Wearing a smoky gray checked sweater and a white top hat, the kind of hat that the average chef would wear.

This image...

Forsythia's mind turned for a few seconds before she realized, she had seen him, it was Mr. Zhou who picked up her wrong box at the airport last time.

"You're... The cook of the Zhou family? ”

The man was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect her to ask such a question, but quickly took off his hat and nodded slightly: "Sort of." ”

"Then you prepared the dishes and snacks for today's birthday banquet?"

"What's wrong?" Listening to her tone, it seemed that the banquet made her dissatisfied, "Is there something wrong with the things we prepare in the kitchen?" ”

"Of course, the Zhou family is also a famous family, and there is not a single meat dish at the birthday banquet, how stingy!"

"Haha..."The man laughed all of a sudden, his voice was deep and hearty, like the sound of bamboo leaves blown in the night breeze, "It seems that you don't understand the rules of the Zhou family, the old man believes in Buddhism, so on the day of the birthday banquet, the entire Huange Villa is not allowed to kill." ”

“……”

Yes, "noble" is to do.

Forsythia couldn't say anything more, and picked a few more cherries and threw them into his mouth.

The man kept smiling, as if he wanted to say something, but a little cook ran out of the kitchen and asked urgently: "Mr. Zhou, the yeast and flour have risen, can you pinch the dough and steam it in the pot?" ”