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According to Shang Wan, this meal does not require any pressure, it is not to formally introduce our relationship with her father, but her father has been floating abroad like a wild crane all year round, and probably does not come back a few times a year, but Every time he came back, Shang Wan would eat and chat with him.

"Then did you bring people to eat with him before?" I asked Shang Wan.

She and I had dinner at the Italian restaurant on the second floor of the Shangu Hotel, which I have admired since I tasted the craftsmanship of Milan's star chef Lombard here.What's more, after eating here, Shang Wan can directly take the elevator upstairs to go home, which is very convenient for her.

"Huh?" She rolled up a small roll of pasta, and the red wine glass she had just put down reflected the dining lamp and waved on her face, "Occasionally."

"Who did that take?" I asked again.

She thought for a while, "Business partners, friends, there are all of them. I was with Zhou Xian last time." She looked at me, "Why do you ask this?"

"Just...just ask."

She smiled, "Stop analyzing the meaning of this meal. Things in this world are fluid, and sometimes you can't be sure if you don't do it."

I think about it too, but in fact, when I think about it more deeply, what kind of identity does it matter whether it is a lover, a friend, or a colleague?People and identity, after all, people come first.

"Okay, I see," I smiled at her, "By the way, do you know the chef of this restaurant?"

Shang Wan took a sip of the red wine, "Well, Mr. Lombardy, he came from Italy, and he actually bought the restaurant."

"Oh, you know each other?"

"Yes, he is also the merchant of this hotel."

That's right, the hotel is old-fashioned, I didn't realize it immediately, "Lombardy is quite valuable in Europe."

"I know that I selected him after examining his background at the beginning. The merchants who settle in must complement the hotel to achieve a win-win situation."

"Oh! The tone of a businessman~" I pretended to taunt her.

She tilted her head and thought for a while, "What's wrong with the businessman?"

"Let me think about it, what does a poem say? 'Businessmen pay more attention to profit than parting'."

Shang Wan shook his head, "Then you haven't been a businessman these years?"

"Hey, what am I? It's a joke, saying that businessmen are flattering me." I sipped Lombard's own tomato sauce, making it spicy and blooming on the tip of my tongue.

Shang Wan's eyes froze, I looked at her, "What's wrong?"

"Do you know what the last two lines of the poem you just read are?"

I thought about it, shook my head, and regretted that I didn't study cultural knowledge well when I was a child.

Later, I checked, and it was "Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about juvenile affairs, and my dream cried, makeup and tears were red and dry."

I was talking to her, and the chef came out to say hello to everyone. Lombardi still maintained his habit in Europe, and the midfielder would come out to say hello and chat with the diners.

When he saw Shang Wan, his eyes lit up, and as he walked this way, Shang Wan stood up and pressed him face to face, and he looked quite familiar.

Lombard looked at me again. "I remember you, young man."

I also stood up, "Mr. Lombard, nice to see you again."

"Can I take two minutes of your time?" Lombard asked.

"Oh, it doesn't matter," Shang Wan said, "please sit down."

Lombard sat down, "Are you satisfied?"

"Good as always." Shang Wan smiled.

"Miss Shang, I may have to give up the expansion plan."

"why?"

Lombard shook his head, "I still can't find a suitable chef, I don't want to ruin my brand."

Shang Wan thought for a while, "Well, if there are any specific requirements, let's talk in detail another day, and I will help you pay attention."

"That's very good," Lombardy's Chinese still has a foreign accent, "I will email you the specific requirements after work today, and the two of you will take care of it," he said, turning to me, the flesh on his face Exaggeratedly squeezed together and finished a smile, "I remember you said that you and your father are both chefs?"

I froze for a moment, "Ah, Mr. Lombardi has a great memory."

"If you are interested, you can chat." He winked at me and stood up.

After Lombard left, I looked at Shang Wan puzzled, "What does he want to do?"

"Oh, you know that little gallery on the second floor?"

"Hmm...um." I remembered that I had gone to inquire before.

"I plan to close it. Lombardi wants to rent it and open a boutique Chinese restaurant."

"what?"

There were too many questions at the moment, why closed that gallery, I suddenly thought of Zhuo Bing, "That... the interior paintings from the ancient times..."

Shang Wan seems to have seen through my thoughts, "The most indispensable thing in the world is artists who have no ambitions and are waiting to be discovered. There is nothing to worry about."

"Then why close the gallery here?"

"This is a commercial consideration. Good restaurants are just needed and can bring more guests to the hotel."

"Oh... how about the burning ice thing?"

Shang Wan looked up at me, "Leave the country next week."

My hanging heart suddenly fell, I picked up the wine glass, smiled, "Have a drink."

Shang Wan touched me, we had a drink, and she said again: "Actually, I have an idea, so I'll just say it straight."

"You said." I became curious.

"I don't know what your father's plan is after he comes out. If there is no better place to go, you can consider cooperating with Lombardy. I know that your father was very famous in the catering industry before, and Ruliu has also done a lot. Now he is going to someone else It would be more wronged to be a chef in a restaurant..."

I waved my hand and interrupted her, "My dad is not qualified to talk about grievances or not, you can try, but I don't know if Mr. Lombardi wants him, after all, he has been in prison, and he has been put on hold for so many years. Maybe it’s also unfamiliar, let’s look back at what Mr. Lombard means.”

"Well... I mean, if your father is willing, he can actually use the form of equity participation. This is not just to help him work, what do you think?"

This proposal is good, but it needs money, and besides, I don't know if Lombardy will accept other people's shareholding.

"Excuse me, can I ask, what is his original plan?"

"My dad? I wanted to go to my game to practice first, a ready-made place, and wait for him to regain his confidence before thinking about the next step."

"Well, that's fine. I'll talk to Lombard first. You go back and give me a copy of your father's resume, and I'll pass it to Lombard."

"Okay, it doesn't matter if it succeeds or not," I pressed my mouth with a napkin, "Where shall we eat tomorrow night? Eh? Why don't you go to my place? How about I handle the spoon?"

Shang Wan thought for a while, "Will you be more comfortable that way?"

"It's just... a ready-made place, I'm happy to cook for you, and I can chat..."

"Okay, that's the deal, don't overdo it, four or five dishes are enough."

"it is good."

I felt relieved, as if I had finally found the right identity and place to have dinner with Shang Wan's father.

After dinner we went out, I was suddenly very reluctant, so I am so sticky?I want to be with her day and night.

We walked to Shang Wan's private elevator. She walked out of here five months ago, bringing a gleam and a throbbing to my almost numb life. Today's fire of love.

We stood there, smiling at each other tacitly.

She didn't press the elevator switch either, she lowered her head and threw her phone into her bag.

"Is this elevator exclusive to you?" I asked.

"Hmm..." She raised her hand and tucked her hair behind her ears, "Everyone in the family can do their fingerprints, but usually it's just me."

When she said this, I suddenly thought of her "family" and became curious, "Eh? How many family members do you have in City R? I know there is a grandfather, and I will see your father tomorrow."

"Well... and grandma, but she is not in good health and doesn't know people very well..."

"Oh...that's not easy...then you don't have brothers or sisters or something?"

Just as she was about to say something, a few hotel guests approached the elevator, looking like a family of four, dragging suitcases, standing beside us waiting for the elevator, Shang Wan shut up.

I looked at my watch, as if it was time to go.

Shang Wan swiped her fingerprints and the elevator opened. Those people came over and I stopped them, "Hey, I'm sorry, this elevator doesn't carry passengers."

"What do you mean? Then you are not guests?" The woman was very unhappy.

I was stunned for a moment, I was never good at quarreling, not to mention that the top of this elevator clearly displayed "Private elevator, please stop".

Shang Wan smiled and pointed inside, "It's quite small inside," he said, holding my hand and letting me in, "If you don't mind, come in."

The woman stretched her head to look, then glanced at the number of the elevator they were waiting for, and it was still on the 28th floor.

"Oh, let's squeeze, how can you take everything for yourself when you are away? It's not like being at home." The woman held the child with one hand and the suitcase with the other, and turned her head to signal the man to come in too.

My monk Wan was sticking against the wall, and the man was dragging a huge box. Fortunately, it was not overloaded.

"Sorry." The man glanced at Shang Wan, and Shang Wan nodded.

As soon as the elevator door closed, a gentle male voice came out from the elevator system: "Ms. Shang, good evening, everything is fine at home, the temperature of the air conditioner is 27 degrees, and the humidity is 40 degrees, do you need to put bath water?"

"Okay," Shang Wan replied, "Which floor are you going to?"

The family was looking around the small elevator in 360 degrees. When Shang Wan asked, the woman came to her senses first, "Eleven, we are on the eleventh floor." Yes? Then you are the boss here? Oh! Is it the exclusive service of the presidential suite?"

I really want to kick her out.

Shang Wan pressed the eleventh floor, "Exclusive service, my wife can try to live on the 36th floor or above next time, the experience is very good."

She is actually soliciting customers, and I have no temper.

"Oh, oh...it's pretty good," the woman turned her head to look at the man, "Husband, do you hear me? Next time we will live on the 36th floor."

The man looked constipated and nodded.

The elevator finally stopped, and the family of four began to evacuate. After they left, I took a good breath.

"Don't let people come in next time," I hurriedly taught her, "Whispering is the second best thing, what if you meet a bad guy? Seeing that you, Bai Fumei, have evil thoughts..."

"I saw that the two children looked very tired, so I let them in. We have to choose someone." She pouted, feeling aggrieved.

I suddenly thought of the smart system just now, "Eh? Your system is so cool! So is there anyone at home? Is it fully automated?"

"automatic."

Saying that we have also arrived, this floor is very quiet, I walked behind Shang Wan, scratching my head, "Why did you bring me up?"

She turned to look at me, "Didn't you ask me a question, I haven't finished answering yet."

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