Song Yan was stunned, looked back behind her, and saw two familiar figures walking out of a black car, which was Zhao Xiaoli and the rich man she saw last night.

Huo Beiting's elder brother.

She quietly retracted her gaze and said, "You are crazy, the two of us have only known each other for less than a day, you have to invite me to dinner, and also invite my third aunt and six mothers-in-law, in case they misunderstand the two of us...... Eh...... Eh...... What are you doing, don't pull me ......"

Huo Beiting couldn't listen to other people's Rory's words, and before Song Yan's words were finished, he pulled her bag and walked in the direction of Yuan Jiawei and said, "What's the matter, then I can't invite you to eat." ”

"Then let go of your claws." Huo Beiting walked very fast, and Song Yan had no choice but to trot behind him, clutching her bag with both hands, not daring to let go for a moment.

Huo Beiting looked back and saw her nervous and pitiful look, kindly let go of her hand, took two steps forward quickly, put his hands in the pockets of his tattered jeans, and walked forward whistling.

Song Yan sorted out her bag, and followed Huo Beiting closely to the original taste.

Although I don't know which tendon of this guy is wrong, why didn't she go if someone invited her, not to mention, her current purpose is to hug the thigh of the little master of the Huo family and get rid of Zhao Xiaoli's poisonous insect.

The two of them walked into the original taste one after the other.

The waiter who came to the reception asked, "Hello two, how many people are there?" ”

Huo Beiting stopped in the hall, his eyes briefly swept around, and finally pointed to the largest table and said, "That table can seat a few people." ”

"Eighteen."

"Well, I'll have eighteen."

The corners of Song Yan's mouth couldn't help twitching a few times.

What does it mean to "I have eighteen?"

If there are more people at that big round table, do you want to say that more people will come to eat, what the hell is this guy trying to do?

Song Yan frowned tightly, a little puzzled.

But he still followed Huo Beiting to sit at the big round table.

The waiter took the menu card and handed one to Huo Beiting and Song Yan.

Huo Beiting didn't even look at it, so he said: "Take two of your most expensive dishes here, oh, by the way, I also want the wine on the cabinet to be the oldest, the price is not a problem, the best is the more expensive the better, oh yes, I am used to having someone serve you when I eat, and call your most beautiful waiter over to serve me for dinner." ”

The corners of Song Yan's mouth twitched again, and she glanced at Huo Beiting with slanted eyes.

Huo Beiting used to be crazy, I remember that in the previous life, in order to let the opponent know that stealing people's dishes would not end well, Huo Beiting deliberately took off his chef's uniform, went to the other party's shop, and ordered a thousand copies of the dishes stolen from him by the other party, and asked them to be made within one day, and they also had to achieve a super high standard of taste.

The problem is that he doesn't eat the 1,000 portions himself, but invites every customer who enters the store to eat them.

The kitchen is so big, asking a five-star chef to make a thousand high-end dishes in a day, and asking for delicious dishes, this is definitely not possible, but the manager has to fight for a thousand servings in the kitchen for the sake of performance.

In the end, because of this dish, a lot of customers were lost.

If you think about a thousand servings of high-class dishes, how can it take a day to complete, just cooking takes a lot of time.

But Huo Beiting just had the means to make a detour when the other party saw him......