"Wow, so even Mr. Bo didn’t expect Hu Zi to win, suddenly I don’t feel like my intelligence is that lacking!" Xi Rubao laughed.
Bai He muttered softly, "Isn’t Uncle Bo supposed to be locked up in the hospital, busy working overti? How does he still have ti to flirt with our little Ancestor..."
Wu Qianman covered her mouth and chuckled, "No matter how busy Mr. Bo is, he can always find ti to talk to Zuzi, especially since this competition is also important to him, right, Zuzi?"
Xi Zuzi raised her eyes and casually said, "It’s nothing, Xiao Chenger was just reminding to have lunch, and incidentally, guess the score."
The three girls: "...!"
So reminding the Ancestor to eat is much more important than a competition. Oh, Mr. Bo is so effortlessly cool!
The three friends, shocked by Bao Gucheng’s effortlessly cool way of flirting, were unable to chat the whole way, as every ti they opened their mouths, they thought about the hard-to-co-by crushing score, which in Mr. Bo’s eyes was not as important as Xi Zuzi having a good al. It’s like leaving no hope for single folks.
For lunch, Bai He drove directly to the restaurant jointly operated by her and the Zhou family, which the Ancestor had nad "Turquoise Pool."
She secretly decided to personally cook a few specialty dishes, so the little Ancestor could eat comfortably and throw that old Uncle Bao out of her mind, humph.
Unexpectedly, before entering the door, the two large characters "Turquoise Pool" caught her eye on the plaque, with all the diners in line praising the flamboyant strokes of the writing. Bai He imdiately rembered that these two characters were written by the little Ancestor and Mr. Bo, each contributing a word to hang up.
Why is it that no matter where she goes, Uncle Bo is always around, insisting on intervening in her sweet date with the little Ancestor!
"Turquoise Pool" is now a hundred tis more popular than influencer restaurants. Not to ntion that the line reached the elevator entrance, even Bai He, the boss, found the private rooms fully booked and unavailable.
This left her business partner, Zhou Youjian, repeatedly apologizing, sweating profusely while finding a relatively quiet and window-side semi-partitioned elegant seat for them.
Fortunately, the little Ancestor is not pretentious, waving a sleeve to sit down, "This is fine, let’s settle here."
Bai He hurried to the back kitchen to arrange the dishes.
Xi Rubao glanced around and sighed, "I rember when this restaurant was deserted and almost went bankrupt. After my sister gave so pointers, it beca incredibly popular, and not just a temporary trend; it’s been consistently popular. It’s truly amazing..."
Wu Qianman nodded, "The nu that Zuzi curated contains the essence of our Empire’s traditional cuisines, beloved not just by locals but also receiving rave reviews from foreign guests. Look, aren’t there many foreigners happily eating over there... Huh? The people in the private room opposite, how do they look familiar?"
Xi Rubao looked over and frowned, "Shoot, is it them? The ones who fought with Hu Zi, right?"
"Ahem, they’re the opponents from the competition, from M country. Mike isn’t there; those seem to be the coaches. The one in the middle wearing the black robe has an eerie vibe, I rember him well." Wu Qianman bit her lip, "Didn’t expect them to co here for a al. Do they have such good taste?"
Xi Rubao sneered, "Humph, you can tell they don’t understand the Empire’s culinary culture at all. Look, they can’t even use chopsticks, eating Lotus Leaf Rice with a fork? Forking around without catching two grains of rice and blaming our utensils for being difficult to use, isn’t that hilarious? That one wearing the black robe, using a knife to cut a mushroom, does he think he’s sawing a steak?"
Wu Qianman: "I guess these people chose ’Turquoise Pool’ for its reputation and grandeur, sadly they can’t appreciate such good food. Sigh, they’re lucky to even get a private room..."
Xi Zuzi sipped her Lotus Leaf Tea and suddenly chuckled, "Lucky? Maybe not."
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