Bab 9: Chapter 9 I Want Her to Serve Me (9)
Wow!
The drunken man leaned over the trash can and began to vomit.
Huangfu Jue and Gan Tang turned their heads at the sound, both men, one big and one small, furrowed their brows simultaneously. As neat freaks, they naturally disliked seeing such a scene.
"I'm leaving now, uncle, goodbye."
After bidding farewell to Huangfu Jue, Gan Tang turned around and swiftly trotted out of the restroom on his tender little legs.
Huangfu Jue turned and quickly washed his fingers at the sink, reaching for a paper towel to dry his hands when he suddenly remembered something and turned to hurry back through the corridor.
In the corridor, there was no sign of the little guy.
"Mr. Huangfu," the assistant greeted him as he approached, "all the guests have arrived."
Huangfu Jue nodded slightly and stepped out of the corridor, scanning the restaurant with a glance.
In the restaurant, guests were eating and chatting in groups of three or two. There was no sign of the little guy, and he felt a slight disappointment. He had no choice but to turn and head toward the private booth he had reserved.
In a corner of the restaurant, Gan Tang was already seated in a high-backed chair, elegantly holding a knife and fork, ready to cut into the steak in front of him.
The table they were at was tucked in the corner of the restaurant, invisible from the main hall, somewhat private, with a good view—it was Gan Tang's favorite spot.
After only a few bites of steak, Gan Tang lifted his hand and smiled towards someone in the distance.
"Uncle Qiao."
Gan Yuan turned her face and indeed saw the tall man walking out with a tray, his handsome figure wrapped in a black chef's uniform, moving with a suave gait.
The man walked casually, yet he had already attracted the attention of all the women in the restaurant.
Gan Yuan shook her head slightly. It was a pity for Qiao Liang not to be a model.
Smiling as he arrived at their table, Qiao Liang lifted the corners of his lips, showing a warm smile to the little guy.
"Have you had fun going out with Mom these past few days?"
The little guy nodded with a smile, and Qiao Liang reached out to tousle his hair. His clear eyes then turned to Gan Yuan, his tone carrying a concern, "I heard the guest on the 56th floor is a bit difficult to deal with. Did everything go smoothly?"
Gan Yuan returned the smile, "No problem."
"That's good," Qiao Liang straightened up and placed the dishes from the tray onto their table, "I just happened to have been working on a couple of new dishes these days. Give them a try."
Gan Yuan glanced at the exquisite dishes on the table, "I will try them, but let's settle this first, I am paying the bill."
Qiao Liang's smile broadened, "I should be the one grateful for you helping to taste-test my dishes. How could I let you pay?"
Gan Yuan put down her knife and fork, "If that's the case, I can only stop bringing Xiaotang here to eat."
One should not accept reward without rendering service.
Half a year ago, when Qiao Liang was new to the hotel restaurant, a customer deliberately made things difficult for him. Gan Yuan, who couldn't stand to watch, stepped in to help him out. Since then, Qiao Liang had been exceptionally kind to her and Xiaotang.
Every time they came to the restaurant, Qiao Liang would find a way to send over one or two dishes.
The hotel had its rules, and these accounts would inevitably be charged to him. He had only been at the hotel for half a year, and as the sous chef, his salary wasn't very high. Gan Yuan felt bad about always letting him pick up the tab.
Qiao Liang shrugged his shoulders, "Alright, you can pay for these two dishes, but I'll treat you to dessert later!"
Gan Yuan could only nod, "Xiaotang, thank Uncle Qiao."
Since he had conceded, it would be somewhat ungracious to refuse further.
"Thank you, Uncle Qiao." The little guy politely spoke up.
"Don't mention it." Smiling at the little guy, Qiao Liang turned his head to nod at Gan Yuan, "I have to get back to work now. We'll chat later."
It was the peak time for meals, and the kitchen was bustling; he didn't have much time to chat with them.
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