She doesn't want to pretend anymore

Qu Jiu felt a lump in his throat and couldn't feel relieved unless he let it out.

"Let someone in, this is my friend I called over!"

The people outside the door heard that it was not Mr. Xi's voice and did not move for a while.

Xi Er then spoke: "Please come in, ladies."

"Okay, Mr. Xi."

As expected, the waitress at the door only listened to Xi Er.

After agreeing, he went to invite people.

She was wearing a blue and white cheongsam, had a graceful figure, elegant looks, and her hair was neatly combed.

It looks very pleasing.

Manshu couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"What kind of place is this? I've been to Hong Kong so many times before, but I've never heard of it. I don't know if the food here is good or not."

Qi Xiang and Man Shu whispered.

When the cheongsam sister heard the two people talking, she realized that they came from the mainland.

She is not as arrogant as most people who look down on people from the mainland.

Instead, he smiled and said to the two of them, "Our store is not open to the public. We usually rely on word of mouth from old customers. Those who can reserve a seat here are all old customers of the store."

Or, new customers introduced by someone.

Of course, this also means that the people who usually come here to eat are people of status.

There are also people like Mr. Xi who are particularly favored by the boss and can come and have meals anytime.

Although Manshu was also curious about this place, she did not ask many questions because the architectural furnishings here were enough for her to appreciate.

I just casually agreed: "The food in that restaurant must be delicious."

"Of course." The cheongsam sister chuckled, "Our boss's ancestors were imperial chefs. If it weren't for the war years, he would probably be a household name now."

"But our boss doesn't care about those false reputations."

Manshu said nothing, just observing the structure of this private restaurant.

She found that the construction here was very exquisite, at least, it must have been based on feng shui.

She couldn't help but sigh. As expected, people in Hong Kong believed in Feng Shui so much that even a private restaurant was built according to Feng Shui metaphysics.

Especially the lotus pond in the courtyard, which represents the gathering of wealth from all directions.

I also saw Manshu by chance in Mr. Zhu's collection of books, but I don't know much about it.

It's just that she has a good memory and remembers it after she sees it.

As soon as the cheongsam sister mentioned the boss, she really met the boss.

The boss plays the guzheng in the pavilion on the water.

When the melody of the guzheng sounded, both Manshu and Qi Xiang were attracted.

"That's our boss, and the owner of this place."

If we say that the cheongsam fits the girl well, it makes her look more gentle.

Well, the owner of this private restaurant is a real talent.

Her figure is so perfect that even a little bit more or less is not possible, and her body lines are perfectly outlined, just like the blue and white porcelain sculpted by the ancients, where every stroke was carefully calculated.

With the exposed calf, glowing white skin, and straight swan neck, this boss seems to be born for cheongsam.

Although, in this place and in this weather, it would be very cold to wear a cheongsam.

Apparently, the boss felt cold too.

Because as soon as she finished playing a song, someone gave her a cloak and asked her to put it on.

After putting on his cloak, the boss walked towards Manshu and the others.

Seeing two unfamiliar girls, the boss was puzzled: "Where are these guests from?"

"Mr. Nine's box."

The cheongsam sister answered honestly.

"So they are Mr. Xi's guests. I will take them there myself. You can go down first."