Chapter 1767: Chapter 1624: Short Legs, No Dignity
After arranging the house affairs, watching the three struggling to eat, Song Tan asked:
"How about it? You specially ca to Beicheng Amusent Park, did you have fun?"
Oh, they had a blast.
Even though Yang Zhengxi considers himself the most mature among them, these days, the more mature people have more childlike hearts.
As for Chen Chi and Qiaoqiao, they’re incredible!
They truly have a child’s heart.
Qiaoqiao is okay, at least he has been out with Song Tan, visited amusent parks and zoos, and gone to the sea with Zhang Yanping and others, so he’s seen a bit of the world.
But Chen Chi is different.
This was his first ti going out for fun, and it was a huge amusent park project. In just one morning, he had already run over 10,000 steps in the park.
The tall guy was still full of energy, not feeling tired at all.
At the mont, he didn’t find the food unappetizing; instead, he was wolfing down his al. After finishing, he hesitated a little.
Qiaoqiao noticed and asked him quietly, "Do you still want to eat?"
Chen Chi nodded.
He’s still on Chinese dicine to regulate his body, so he has a big appetite. But he saw the nu prices earlier, which were unimaginable; his monthly salary was only a few thousand, and just eating here casually cost a few hundred.
Especially since his brother kept reminding him not to take other people’s kindness for granted when outside, not to make too many excessive and wasteful requests. When eating out, if he could choose, he shouldn’t choose expensive dishes.
He kept all these in mind, and although he wasn’t full, he thought it was okay.
On the other hand, Lun Chuan had already quickly taken out his phone to order again.
"Since we’re out, we must enjoy ourselves. Don’t worry about these things. Just work harder in the future."
Chen Chi blushed and nodded heavily at this mont: "Okay."
Yang Zhengxi watched him wolfing down food and was quite envious:
"I used to have a big appetite in high school too."
That was the peak of his growth—though compared to these two in front, his growth seed lacking.
But that was due to genetics, not that his body wasn’t trying hard.
Back then, he would feel dizzy with hunger after just two classes each day, but ever since he got a gold dal and was admitted without exams, he hadn’t had such a good appetite for a long ti.
Until he ca to Qiaoqiao’s ho.
How to describe that sense of appetite and happiness?
It’s like a mouse falling into a jar of rice, surrounded by fragrance everywhere.
It’s just that this ti the stay was too long, and now he has beco picky. And thinking about the sumr camp registration tomorrow, even the amusent park doesn’t seem so happy anymore.
But fortunately, the people around him truly had childlike hearts, excitedly chatting and really looking forward to the afternoon projects.
Now they asked him again:
"After we finish the remaining projects, can we go on the roller coaster and pirate ship again?"
Of course, we can, since we’re already here!
Yang Zhengxi was very easygoing: "Don’t worry, even though I’m shorter than you guys, today I’ll accompany you both to the end."
It’s not that he’s bragging; he walked 20,000 steps this morning, because for every step that Qiaoqiao and Chen Chi took, he had to take one and a half!
Standing over 1.7 ters tall, yet he seems like a dwarf—
He’s only seventeen, alright!
Short legs, no dignity.
Then looking at Song Tan, he regrettably said: "Sis, Brother Lu Chuan, aren’t you going to join us? The more, the rrier."
Song Tan smiled and shook her head: "Am I here to play or to be your photographer? You guys play your ga; adults have their own pace."
Like two silly kids running back and forth crazily, halfway through having to turn back, babbling with Yang Zhengxi. It’s a good thing Yang Zhengxi is also a teenager full of energy and endless vigor.
If any adult were to join them, they’d be utterly exhausted today.
As for her and Lun Chuan, they could take their ti to admire the plants, enjoy the architectural scenery, and then experience different projects, which is also a form of fun.
Moreover, since they’ll wait until the evening to watch fireworks, why rush to experience everything all at once?
Thinking of this, she took out her phone again to send a ssage in the hotel client group and tagged the room manager:
[We plan to return to the hotel around 9:30 PM, can the cake be delivered to the room at 10 PM sharp?]
No problem at all.
The room manager replied without hesitation, but just then, she glanced guiltily at the kitchen staff and sniffed the faint scent of cake in the air, unconsciously salivating.
They were currently using the flour, eggs, and large cans of fresh milk Song Tan brought to make the cake.
To avoid wastage, they made just one basic big cake base.
The cake had just been in the oven for 15 minutes, and the air already carried that overpowering aroma.
The chefs also waited there, letting out a sigh:
"If our hotel had these ingredients, we could compete with Michelin with our food."
Another chef chid in: "This aroma is strong but not overwhelming."
Currently, many pastry shops and bakeries use perfud essences to create that intense cake aroma you sll, mostly emitted by the essences themselves.
But as they waited in the kitchen with the fresh air system continuously drawing out unpleasant slls, they could still wallow in this intoxicating scent.
Then they looked at the remaining eggs and the requests for scrambled or boiled eggs from the client for breakfast.
The chef lanted: "Why don’t you ask if they want sothing other than just plain boiled eggs tomorrow morning?"
He perked up: "I’ll make a black truffle olet, a Spanish saffron egg stew, French soufflé, and eggs Benedict tomorrow morning..."
With that, the other Western pastry chefs got excited too: "Exactly!"
"I wonder if they’d like to try these? All the missing ingredients can be supplied by our hotel. Simply boiling such good eggs seems like a waste, especially when they haven’t even asked for soft-boiled eggs..."
Sigh.
The chef didn’t know what more to say but just felt pained.
The room manager took note: "The clients are at the amusent park now; we can’t keep asking about these things and dampen their mood. I’ll ntion it casually when they deliver the cake tonight, and let you know after."
Rembering this, she quickly went up to check the rooms to see if everything that should be prepared was done, and if housekeeping had gone through the details again.
As soon as she went upstairs, the housekeeping staff told her quietly:
"Manager, there’s a big pot of blue roses in their room; it’s so beautiful!"
Blue roses?
The room manager wasn’t interested: "It’s probably dyed in blue juice to keep the color; don’t take photos to leak it."
The housekeeping staff nodded quickly: "I understand. I’m just amazed. It’s really stunning, not like anything you see in flower shops."
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