Chapter 264 Hungry

Cheng Ling picked a rather low-key black BMW motorcycle.

At this time, Jiang Qilan would have to wait until the second half of the night to drive a four-wheeler on the Second Ring Road.

Before putting on the helmet, she called the housekeeper: "Uncle Li, I want to take my friends to [Meng Da Bao] for dinner. Please tell the restaurant to clean up the reserved private room for me and order the dishes I usually order. When my guests arrive, I will serve them directly."

The housekeeper replied: "Okay, Miss, do you want to prepare some special drinks or fruits? The recently launched Qiuyue pears and loquats are both good."

"Then make some pear soup and some loquat juice and send them over."

"I'll go and tell them right away."

Jiang Qilan successfully entered the private room--

This restaurant is very popular, and there is a long queue outside the door.

After giving his name, the waiter respectfully led Jiang Qilan into the restaurant.

Fengcheng is an ancient city, and there are strict requirements for architecture. It must be antique and not too high.

This restaurant is very stylishly decorated, with a sense of historical accumulation and reasonable introduction of modern elements. It has a total of five floors.

The first floor is the lobby. When you walk into the restaurant, you will be greeted by the bustling voices and the clinking of glasses.

Then, you can smell the fragrant meat.

Jiang Qilan ate two pieces of bread on the way, and now he is even more hungry when he smells the meat.

The waiter took him to the small elevator.

Each floor is marked on the elevator.

The first and second floors are the lobby for individual guests.

The third and fourth floors are large and small private rooms.

The fifth floor is the private room.

And Cheng Ling booked the private room on the fifth floor.

Because Cheng's mother especially likes to eat the mutton of this restaurant and comes to eat every two or three days, Cheng's father simply reserved the large private room at the end of the fifth floor and does not receive guests unless there are special circumstances.

This private room is not adjacent to other private rooms. There is a very impressive miniature bridge and flowing water scenery in the middle, which will definitely not be affected by the conversations of guests in other private rooms.

It's a pretty good place to talk.

"Sir, please come in." The waiter pushed open the door.

Jiang Qilan walked into the room.

Wow!

Facing the 270-degree floor-to-ceiling window, facing the west, you can see the last bit of sunset light, the wide road of the Second Ring Road, and the busy traffic.

Several windows were open, and the autumn wind came in.

The sharp and fresh air blew on Jiang Qilan's face, and his spirits lifted.

In addition to the table in the middle of the room, there are wardrobes, bag racks, self-service wine counters, sofas, TVs, and air purifiers, all of which are of good brands.

It doesn't look like it's open to the public, but should be a private room exclusively for the Cheng family. Jiang Qilan thought.

"Please sit down. I'll pour you something to drink. Would you like juice, beverage, or tea?"

"What kind of tea do you have?"

"Pu'er, Tieguanyin, Zhuyeqing, Longjing..."

"Pu'er, please."

"Please wait."

Jiang Qilan hadn't finished his first cup of tea when Cheng Ling opened the door and came in.

"Brother Lan, I've been waiting for a long time." Cheng Ling walked in with a smile.

Her hair had some traces of being pressed, her face was slightly red, and she was wearing a simple black sportswear.

It was quite plain but pretty.

Jiang Qilan quickly put down the teacup, stood up, and looked at Cheng Ling, feeling very relieved.

He whispered, "I didn't wait long. I just arrived too. Look, I haven't finished my first cup of tea yet. Your home is not close to here, but you came here really fast... Did you come by motorcycle?"

(Alexei: If I don't need to supervise me doing the questions, I can be even faster.)

"Well, there won't be traffic jams."

Cheng Ling sat down opposite Jiang Qilan with brisk steps.

Jiang Qilan poured Cheng Ling a cup of Pu'er tea, and then returned to his seat.

There was a knock on the door.

"Excuse me, the dishes are being served."

"Come in."

Jiang Qilan watched the waiter come in with a fully loaded food cart.

She explained with a slightly apologetic smile, "I was afraid you were in a hurry, so I ordered directly from the restaurant, so that you don't have to wait for the dishes."

Jiang Qilan looked at the pot of lamb chops piled up to the top of the mountain, and his salivary glands secreted wildly. He swallowed his saliva: "Great, I'm starving."

"Drink some warm pear juice first. You haven't eaten properly for such a long time. Eating a lot of meat all at once will cause a burden on your stomach." Cheng Ling said.

The waiter immediately brought out the pear juice at the bottom of the cart, and took out two jade-like white cups, and poured a cup for each of them.

In order to eat the meat quickly, Jiang Qilan drank two cups in a row.

"Let's eat first, and then talk about business after we're full." Cheng Ling said.

This sentence sounded like the sound of nature to Jiang Qilan, who was so hungry that he was dizzy.

The mutton was wrapped in rib strips, more than half a foot long, and cooked very soft, each of which was a large piece - you can feel the heroism of the Water Margin heroes grabbing bones and chewing meat.

The steel basin containing the tender lamb chops was brass-colored inside and green outside, which formed a sharp contrast with the meat cooked into light brown red.

On the snow-white stone table, there were colorful nine-square grids of dipping sauces.

The white and plump garlic cloves were cut into slices, the red chili powder, the emerald green chives... It was guaranteed that each flavor could give the taste buds a different flavor experience.

Grabbing the lamb ribs, dipping them in the dipping sauce, rolling the tongue, the soft and rotten meat was sucked into the mouth, slurping and slurping, and exclaiming that it was so hot that it was addictive.

Jiang Qilan buried his head in eating two pieces of meat, and felt that all the fatigue in his body went down his stomach along with the steaming tender meat.