Reborn as a petite ex-uncle

Jiang Qiaoyue didn't want to owe him, so she finally took a look at Su Mi: "I'll go out with him first."

Su Mi is also not good at interfering in the affairs of the two of them. She only warned Zhao Menglou, "Don't treat Miss Qiaoqiao like last time. If Miss Qiaoqiao hasn't come back within three hours, I will call the police."

Zhao Menglou was dissatisfied: "Three hours? It's too harsh."

Jiang Qiaoyue signaled nothing to Su Mi, took her mobile phone and satchel, and followed Zhao Menglou out.

After getting on Zhao Menglou's Bentley, she took out her mobile phone, clicked on a local gourmet app and started to draw:

"What do you want to eat? I'll make a reservation first..."

He is a wealthy young man in Jingzhou, and ordinary restaurants will definitely look down on him.

For a slightly better restaurant, it is estimated that the location must be reserved in advance during this peak time.

But the mobile phone was snatched away by the man driving beside him, and it was lightly thrown on the seat behind him.

Jiang Qiaoyue looked at him puzzled.

He stretched the slightly messy collar with his fingertips: "Didn't Su Mi only give it three hours? Go to my hotel. It's near the Zong's house." Remember the URL

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The Yikun Hotel under the name of the Zhao family is located about three kilometers away from the Zong family.

Although it is not a bustling city center, it has always been a place for local business people in Jingzhou to gather for meetings, negotiations and team building because of the quiet environment.

Zhao Menglou asked the manager on duty for the key card of the long-term suite upstairs, and motioned Jiang Qiaoyue to follow him up.

Jiang Qiaoyue turned around and wanted to leave: "Aren't you eating? What are you doing in the house? Zhao Menglou, if your mind is thinking about those unclean things again, I'll leave—"

But he was pulled back by his backhand and stuffed into the elevator: "I have to shave first, take a shower and change clothes before eating."

She saw that it was because of herself that he made such a tramp appearance, so she finally stopped talking.

In the suite, Zhao Menglou asked Jiang Qiaoyue to watch TV and play with her mobile phone by herself before going into the bathroom.

When I came out again, I was refreshed and changed into a suit of clothes.

The stubble is all shaved.

He has returned to his previous clothes and beasts - Chu Chu looks like a dog.

The two went downstairs, the western restaurant had already been cleared, and a table by the floor-to-ceiling windows had been packed.

Zhao Menglou pulled out the chair, let her sit down, and sat across from her.

Jiang Qiaoyue was suspicious: "Is this me inviting you to dinner or you inviting me?"

"I invite you, just eat with me." How could he really ask her to invite him, his peach blossom eyes were shockingly beautiful, and he waved his hand gracefully.

The manager of the western restaurant led the person to serve the appetizer.

"Appetizers, creamy chicken crisp box, foie gras, and some seasonal fruits," Zhao Menglou stared at her and introduced them one by one, "Do you like it? I remember you like the taste that is more delicious and sweeter. It hasn't changed, right?" ?”

Jiang Qiaoyue just wanted to leave quickly after eating, put on her napkin, pick up a fork, and prepare to eat, but he said, "Wait."

He got up and went around behind her, bent down, and helped her put the napkin around her neck again.

Her fingertips touched her snowy neck, making her back feel hot, but she saw that the manager at the side seemed to be surprised, as if she didn't see it.

He must have brought many women to this hotel, right?

So the employees are used to it.

She regained her composure and sat up straight.

Seeing her silent resistance and tidying up for her, he returned to his seat.

The two began to eat.

It's not that Jiang Qiaoyue has never eaten western food.

But it is the first time that such a serious, full-fledged Western food has been prepared in every step.

Several times, out of the corner of her eye, she quietly saw Zhao Menglou eating western food across the street.

Elegant, neat and appropriate.

Pleasant to the eye.

Mr. Pianpian in the picture.

Every movement is so skilled and perfect.

Two years ago, when she took him to eat fried rice noodles at a roadside stall, they were completely two people.

Such a complicated and exquisite lunch is rare for her to eat once.

But for this man, it might just be an ordinary meal.

This, perhaps, is the gap that she and he will never be able to bridge.

After the appetizer, it was soup.

Then there are side dishes and main courses.

Main courses were Norwegian salmon and steak.

Before the steak was served, the manager came over and asked respectfully, "How well-cooked does the steak need to be?"

"I'm still the same," Zhao Menglou looked at Jiang Qiaoyue, and asked softly, "Qiaoqiao, how about you?"

Jiang Qiaoyue thought for a while and replied, "Eight points."

The manager's face paled.

The two waitresses behind him quietly exchanged a look, with an unbelievable look of disdain on their faces.

Afterwards, the manager said softly, "Miss, the steak is not medium rare."

Jiang Qiaoyue frowned: "Not half cooked?"

"Yes," the manager explained, "Generally speaking, the steaks in Western food are only rare, 1, 3, 5, 7, and 9, that is, there are only odd degrees of doneness."

The two waitresses at the back looked at Jiang Qiaoyue with even more faint contempt.

From the country?

This woman is quite beautiful, but she is obviously not a rich and beautiful woman.

The gesture of wearing a napkin just now is wrong.And let Si Shao help wear it.

And now there's a medium-rare steak...

First time eating steak?Are you laughing to death?

Jiang Qiaoyue didn't take it seriously, why did she only have odd numbers of maturity and discriminate against even numbers?

In the silence, Zhao Menglou said in a deep voice: "Just follow what Miss Jiang said, and do it well."

The manager has a meal.

Zhao Menglou became a little impatient: "There are medium-rare and nine-rare, why can't there be half-rare? This is Jingzhou, don't take the way of foreigners, even if she wants to be [-]-rare today. Row!"

The manager lowered his head, turned around with someone to notify the kitchen, but was stopped by Zhao Menglou:

"Wait a minute, the two behind you, go get your final salary."

The two waitresses were shocked.

Zhao Menglou had already seen the contempt on the faces of the two of them, and it was not pleasing to his eyes.

What is that wink?How dare you look down on his little sister?

The manager didn't speak any more, and left in a hurry with the two of them.

Jiang Qiaoyue glanced at him, feeling inexplicably moved, and hurriedly suppressed it.

When the steak and salmon arrived, the two ate again.

After the main course, Jiang Qiaoyue was almost full, so she stopped eating and put down the knife and fork, only to see that Zhao Menglou also put down the knife and fork, but the knife and fork was put down differently from her own. Remembering the embarrassment just now, she asked:

"Is my knife and fork misplaced?"

So as not to be looked down upon by his employees again.

Zhao Menglou signaled to bring up the salad and dessert, walked around behind her, bent down, brushed his hands on her shoulders, picked up her knife and fork, and gently taught:

"If you finish eating, like this, put the knife and fork side by side vertically, the waiter will naturally know and will come to collect it."

"What if you haven't finished eating yet?"

"Then put it like this, the waiter will not take it away if they see it," Zhao Menglou put her knife and fork in a figure eight shape on the plate.

Jiang Qiaoyue snorted, and then heard his scorching voice pass by her ears:

"Of course, here, you can put it whatever you want, don't care about those table manners."

She felt the flesh of her ear warm up, and turned her body slightly.

He returned to his seat and enjoyed the last salad and dessert with her.

After eating, it was almost time, so Jiang Qiaoyue got up to leave.

But Zhao Menglou put on the coat that he took off while eating, and chased after him: "Qiaoqiao, wait a minute—"