The return of the wild goose is the most famous local private dish in Monan, with only two tables upstairs and downstairs, and only ten people are entertained every day.

The back kitchen is the waiting place for famous chefs of eight major cuisines, except for the airplanes flying in the sky, and the four-legged ones except for the bench, the rest is not a problem.

When you go to this place to eat, it is not the price of the meal itself, but the capital verification.

It is rumored that being able to cross the threshold of the return of the wild goose is equivalent to entering the upper class.

A little later, I set off with Momoko.

On the way, I was still a little worried, after all, that place was too far away for me.

Peaches comforted me and told me to put my heart in my stomach.

The goose returned at the mouth of a remote alley, and when I entered from the box, I could see a small antique courtyard, with flowers and plants neatly trimmed, and a warm yellow light in the middle.

The light fell, and the plaque in the center was written in cursive with three cursive words: The goose returns.

The rumors in the market are indeed true, the waiter who returns from the goose must be a model, a single front desk lady, and her appearance has crushed most of the stars.

After Peaches reported her ID number, the capital verification results were soon out, and I squinted and glanced at it, and inadvertently saw a string of zeros on the computer screen.

When the front desk lady asked for my ID card, Momoko naturally grabbed my arm: "We are a family."

On our way to the private room, there was a waiter in three steps, and as we stepped forward, the waiters on both sides bowed 90 degrees.

Needless to say, the luxury in the private room is not to mention, even the ashtray is porcelain fired from the official kiln.

The mismatch of social status made me feel a little uncomfortable with my hands and feet, and the oppression of the environment made me dare not amplify my voice.

I looked at the time and whispered, "Aren't we here a little early?"

Momoko waved at the waiter behind her, "Open the inner hall."

The two screens slowly opened, and I opened my eyes.

The so-called inner hall is more like a spa hall, and the tall technician holds a group fan and squats at me with a rather ancient style of Wanfu Jin'anli.

Momoko smiled and put her arm around me, "It's time for you to relax, too."

I didn't expect that the hotel could be opened like this.

Half a push, half pushed, half pressed, I was pressed on the massage table by Peaches, and the technician's technique had a hypnotic effect, and I fell asleep unconsciously.

By the time I woke up, it was five o'clock in the evening.

I jumped off the bed with a flutter and looked at Peaches uneasily, "Duan Xu and his master should have arrived, right?"

"Well, it's been 10 minutes, and it's downstairs."

I quickly got dressed and sat down next to Peach, she just smoked calmly: "Don't worry, if we don't pick it up, they won't be able to come up."

"The value of the two of them can't pass the capital verification level, so they can only wait below."

"Well, why don't you just call us?"

"Huh." Momoko laughed dryly, "Mobile phones are not allowed in this place, it will disturb the mood of other people's meals."

"You can find a waiter to come in and find me."

Momoko still shook her head and pointed to the button next to her, "I'm sorry, I don't press it, no one can come in."

I couldn't help but laugh wryly, "Are rich people so hypocritical?"

Peach shook her head very firmly, and her fingers gently tapped on the table of Huanghuali: "It's not hypocrisy, this is identity."

"You might wonder why I'm going to go to such trouble."

Momoko looked at me with a smile on her face, "I'm just going to press them with pomp, no matter what their origins are, when they come under my nose, put their tails away!" After speaking, she stood up first: "Let's go, go down and pick up the guests."

On the way, I said, "From now on, don't call your name."

"Duan Xu's master status will be higher, so he can't be sure that he knows my existence."

"Don't worry, I'm not stupid."

When she got downstairs, Momoko immediately put on another face, and while blaming herself, she greeted the two guests.

Duan Xu's master is a middle-aged man with a dark complexion, a square face, a wide mouth and a high nose, not very handsome, but with a calm energy.

When I went back, there was a hunchbacked old man walking on the opposite side, and I saw him from a long distance, and took the initiative to flash to the side.

Unexpectedly, the two of us still bumped into each other.

I grabbed the old man, but he threw himself into my arms, and when I saw this, I immediately panicked.

I'm afraid it's not going to touch porcelain, right?

The old man leaned into my ear and whispered, "Someone is going to kill me."