Ignoring Fei Ge's surprised gaze, Fu Chaochao, who had to lower his head to the floor with his head first, stepped into a small door next to the dining area.

After walking in the small door for a while, a relatively large private room appeared, and the environment was completely different from that outside.

It is quiet and elegant, with a few bouquets of lilies on the dining table, and a small window exuding breath.

Fu Chaochao sat down, and a faint fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose.

She looked around and didn't expect that there was such a unique private room in the noisy environment outside. She asked curiously: "Do you come often?"

Bo Jingshen said "Hmm" and said, "When I started a business in college, I formed a team with people and often discussed things in this hotel. It was a secret base for us."

Fu Chaochao smiled, "Then you must have a good relationship with the boss. You have graduated for many years and have kept it for you."

Bo Jingshen: "At that time, no one came to eat in the restaurant, so we rely on the four of us to increase our income."

Not knowing what he thought of, he chuckled, Rumo's eyes were filled with light, "Our team is very domineering, and relying on this, we often instruct Brother Fei and others to cook some other dishes to eat."

Fu Chaochao was very curious and couldn't help but lean over and asked, "What do you mean?"

Thin depth of field: "For example—"

He dragged his breath long and said, "A good Hunan restaurant, I insisted that others make some Cantonese cuisine. It is obviously a place that specializes in spicy dishes, but I insisted that people make soup and say they want to nourish their bodies.

I can still remember the taste of drinking various soups at that time, including stewed hen soup with Citi ginseng, shiitake soup with horseshoe shiitake soup, stewed pork ribs with bitter melon and purplish, and black chicken ginseng soup..."

Fu Chaochao chuckled, his eyes curled into crescent moons, "Is it delicious?"

“Um…”

Bo Jingshen's expression was a bit heavy, "After all, the boss is not a professional Lingnan person and does not study Tang culture deeply."

As soon as he changed his subject, he leaned on the back of the chair, without any sign of a straight face: "You will know the taste after you taste it in the future."

Fei Go came over and asked them what they wanted to eat. The thin depth of field was free and they could eat whatever they wanted, and looked at Fu Chaochao.

Fu Chaochao looked at the menu and wanted to submit an authentic Hunan cuisine, but as soon as the words came to his mouth, it turned out: "Boss, do you have Cantonese cuisine?"

Brother Fei was stunned for a moment, and looked at Bo Jingshen specifically. Seeing that he had no expression, he agreed happily, "You can, just say whatever you want to eat, and the Manhan banquet can be made for you!"

Fu Chaochao also glanced at Bo Jingshen and faced a pair of smiling eyes. She quickly looked away. You're welcome to see:

"I want fried shrimp with winter melon, dried beef river, Cantonese steamed fish, sweet and sour pork ribs, well, that's all, enough."

Brother Fei seemed to have a slight twitching corner of his mouth, and said cheerfully the next second: "Okay, I'll do it for you!"

Bo Jingshen looked at her several times, from the beginning to the end, looking openly, his eyes burning without any concealment, as if he was staring at her studying something.

Fu Chaochao felt a little uncomfortable when he saw it, and lowered his head and said, "Is there anything wrong with me?"

Bo Jingshen shook his head, "No."

Fu Chaochao bulged his mouth, "Then why are you looking at me all the time?"

"How can you know that I've been watching you if you don't look at me?" he asked back, his eyes joking.

Fu Chaochao was quite uncomfortable and smoothed his hair, pinched the end of his hair and curled it.

Bo Jingshen suddenly said, "When should I go get some curly hair?"

"Ah?" So suddenly.

Bo Jingshen put his tongue on his cheeks, and he hugged his arms with his hands and raised his eyebrows frivolously, and he was full of ruffianism: "I always think you will look good when you have curly hair."
Chapter completed!