After hearing his announcement, a row of people turned around and saw a familiar figure appearing on the road.
"Dr. Tao, have you bought them dinner?" Wei Tianlang called.
Tao Zhijie had just arrived. He was stunned for a moment when he heard this and then smiled enigmatically: "It shouldn't be me, it's Xiao Song. I saw the car Xiao Song was riding in."
Then a taxi drove in front of everyone, and Song Xuelin got out of the back seat, looking the same as before, with a brown literary briefcase on his shoulder. A silver van followed the taxi he was sitting in, with the hotel's logo Xingyue painted on the outside, and turned into the community according to the directions.
"Go upstairs and eat, it's cold." Cao Yong said to everyone.
The weather was quite cold, and the howling north wind made people shiver. But everyone was having fun together, no one felt cold, only the whole body felt hot. The group walked upstairs talking and laughing.
The hotel staff who brought dinner filled a large table with delicacies.
The aroma of the food caused the diners around the table to drool. People who had eaten dinner were reluctant to leave and couldn't help but get greedy. No one can resist delicious food, people are food-oriented.
Wei Tianlang stopped being polite, pulled up a chair and squeezed into the middle, and said frankly: "I want to have a taste of this. I have never been to Xingyue Hotel before, and I have never eaten his food. I just remember that everyone said their food The kitchen is on par with international seven-star hotels.”
Xingyue Hotel is a famous five-star hotel in the capital. It may be that the customer base and business volume are sufficient, and people can make money, so there is no need to do dine-in business. The hotel kitchen is only responsible for entertaining hotel guests, causing people outside who have never stayed at Xingyue to covet the hotel's legendary delicacies.
According to rumors, as Wei Tianlang said, the cooking skills of Xingyue's chefs are top-notch and one of the best among hotels in the capital area.
"Tell me, is he the son of a hotel tycoon?" He Xiangyu leaned against the ear of senior sister Liu Jingyun, pointing at Song Xuelin who was sitting there to make a bold guess.
Liu Jingyun tilted her head and thought, indeed, if Xingyue can deliver food specially, the relationship between this person and Xingyue is definitely not shallow. The news that Song Xuelin is the second generation of rich people is not surprising, everyone has heard about it for a long time. What's surprising is that Song Xuelin allowed Xingyue to deliver food.
"Dr. Song, thank you." Wei Tianlang said to Song Xuelin on behalf of a large group of people who wanted to try the delicious food.
"You're welcome." Song Xuelin spat out these three words lightly. Suddenly, he turned his face towards Xie Wanying and asked, "Doctor Xie, do you think the dish I ordered suits your taste?"
Xie Wanying was stunned for two seconds: Doctor Song, did you bring me food specifically?
Of course it is. Song Xuelin's chin clicked.
Dr. Xie is usually most concerned about whether he eats or not. He thought that Dr. Xie was very powerful about what happened tonight and there was no need for him to take action, but he probably forgot to eat like him, so he returned the favor by bringing him food.
Xie Wanying: Doctor Song, you are too polite...
At most, she treated the other party to a KFC noodle soup, and they brought meals worth several thousand yuan at a time.
You're welcome, tips for small meals add up to a lot. The look in Song Xuelin's eyes showed that he was no worse than her in round arithmetic.
Xie Wanying turned around: I accepted it. On two-dimensional arithmetic, Dr. Song is better than her.
"Eat." Opposite Huang Zhilei waved his chopsticks to the junior sister and said there was no need to be polite to this Song cat. Normally, Junior Sister would be nice to Song Mao, and Song Mao should give her a meal.
