Gu Linxi still didn’t understand.
Cui Jiangjing felt like he was futilely speaking to a wall and waved his hand powerlessly, "Forget it, I didn’t expect you to understand anyway."
"..."
Gu Linxi felt inexplicably disliked.
She wasn’t soone who held onto petty details, she thought Cui Jiangjing was angry because they had wasted all the food on the table. She pondered for a mont and sohow produced a black card and handed it over.
"What is this?" Cui Jiangjing reflexively took it and glanced at it.
Gu Linxi casually handed over sothing as if it was nothing special, saying, "This is the black card here. You can co over anyti if you like the chef’s skills. I don’t co this often, the room is yours to use, and you can also bring friends."
Cui Jiangjing squinted slightly, intensely pondering the identity of the man who invited him here last ti. He seed to be the owner of a company ranked among the nation’s top 100 bio-pharmaceutical device firms, worth over a hundred million. At that ti, the man boasted about how difficult it was to secure a spot at this restaurant, and how much effort he went through to book the place for that day. His room wasn’t as big as this one, nor did it have a view as nice.
He held the black card in his hand and finally asked, "Do you know the owner of this restaurant?"
If she doesn’t, she couldn’t possibly have the black card.
This restaurant, which is so popular that it requires a reservation a month in advance, wouldn’t leave a room specifically for her usage.
He could only think of this possibility.
Who knew Gu Linxi would deny it, "Um... what kind of knowledge are you talking about? I own this restaurant. I usually let them manage it, and I rarely co over, only occasionally to have a al. I don’t like squeezing into the main hall, so they reserved a room for ."
"You’re saying you’re the owner of this restaurant?" The revelation was so unexpected that it was shocking.
But thinking back to everything that happened since they walked in made sense now.
The waitstaff had been showing familiarity with her since she stepped in; she casually brought him there without prior notification and still managed to have an empty room available at this private dining establishnt that requires reservations. The staff even ntioned that this was her ’usual spot’! Plus, when ordering, they asked if she wanted soup, and shortly after brought out the restaurant’s signature pigeon soup, which is notoriously hard to get... So, the reason behind all this is obvious—she is the owner of Taste Pavilion!
"It’s ." Gu Linxi leaned back in her chair lazily and casually explained to him, "It wasn’t intentional not to tell you, as you never asked. This land plot was my grandfather’s inheritance to my mom. When I was little, my mom transferred the ownership to . The Gu Family didn’t know about my grandfather’s estate; they only focused on my dad’s business. Later, when they ran into trouble, the Gu Family inventoried my dad’s assets and ignored . Eventually, when the owner renting here for Haidilao fled, leaving behind Chef Zhou and Xingxing, I saw they’d co from afar to earn money and suddenly lost their job and didn’t receive any wages or have a place to go, so I kept the previous décor and renovated a bit to open this restaurant."
"..."
Who would have thought that Taste Pavilion, renowned for its chef’s authentic Cantonese cuisine, had a chef who previously worked for Haidilao.
No wonder so many people wanted to poach Taste Pavilion’s chef by offering high prices, but were declined. It turns out there was this connection!
Thinking back to Zhang Zhihao’s group of friends gloating about securing a spot here while dismissively calling Gu Linxi a re chanic in disdain was indeed laughable.
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