The two drove to a private restaurant.
The restaurant adopts a Chinese style, and the reception staff inside are also wearing cheongsam. The decoration is elegant and indifferent, which makes people feel very comfortable.
It is divided into upper and lower floors. The upper part is the box and the lower part is the hall. Those who have not reserved the upper room sit quietly in the lobby to eat.
Everyone is of good quality, no one makes a noisy sound, the air is filled with tempting fragrances, constantly seducing people's taste buds.
The waitress who picked up Fu Shimo and Yan Zhixu brought the person to the front desk, and then stepped back respectfully, revealing her fair thighs while walking in the cheongsam.
"Two..."
The middle-aged man wearing a Chinese tunic raised his head, and before he finished speaking, his eyes were filled with joy when he saw the person in front of him.
Zhou Sheng had a smile on his round face, "Shi Mo, you haven't come to visit Uncle Zhou's business for a long time. Uncle Zhou thought it was my taste that made you tired of it."
He has a rich body and kind eyes. At a glance, he can tell that his standard of living is good on weekdays, and his childhood is very nourishing.
There were a few sincere smiles in Fu Shimo's eyes under the lens, and his voice was hoarse and low.
"I've been busy all this time, and I'll visit Uncle Zhou's business as soon as I have time."
Hearing his words, Zhou Sheng's eyes fell on Yan Zhixu, his eyes were full of surprise, and he couldn't stop smiling.
He waved his hand, "Your box has been reserved for you, stop standing, go up, and I'll ask the kitchen to serve you as soon as possible after ordering."
Yan Zhixu didn't make a sound to disturb, and at Uncle Zhou's urging, he and Fu Shimo walked to the second floor together.
Looking at the backs of the two leaving, Zhou Sheng picked up the mobile phone on the counter and took a picture of them.
He clicked on WeChat and sent it to a person whose profile picture was a laptop, "Mr. Fu, when did your Shimo fall in love? 】
The person on the opposite side was probably busy, so he didn't immediately reply to the message. After waiting for a while, Zhou Sheng put his phone aside.
He rubbed his chin, the enthusiasm for gossip in his heart did not diminish one bit, on the contrary, the flame was still burning more and more vigorously.
upstairs.
In a box, the environment is clean and tidy, and there is a bottle of daffodils on the table, which adds a bit of firework to the room.
A pair of landscape paintings hangs on the wall, and the outline of the great rivers and mountains of the motherland is vivid and majestic.
Fu Shimo pushed the table and chair with his hand, and there was no dust on his fingertips. He carefully opened a chair for her.
Yan Zhixu sat on a chair made of pure wood and looked around the box's facilities, his eyebrows overflowing with satisfaction.
"It's very good. There are actually many Chinese restaurants like this kind of pure antique style, but there are very few that are just right and pleasant."
And this one is obviously one of the best. The owner of the restaurant has a unique insight into the ancient Chinese style, which perfectly integrates the elements of ancient style.
Fu Shimo took off his glasses, picked up the menu on the table and handed it to the person next to him.
He explained gently, "Uncle Zhou was my father's driver when he was young. Later, my father found out that he was talented in cooking and felt that being a driver was overkill, so he sponsored Uncle Zhou to open this private restaurant."
"Your father is indeed discerning."
Now, judging from the number of diners in this private restaurant, business is booming.
Yan Zhixu ordered a few dishes and handed the menu to Fu Shimo. He added some more and rang the bell of the box.
The female security guard who was guarding outside pushed in the door, took the menu and stepped back respectfully.
The waiters in the restaurant are wearing cheongsams of good quality, and their faces are also pretty, and they are extremely beautiful in the interpretation of the cheongsam style.
But they abide by their duties, treat guests calmly and politely, and have no idea of climbing dragons and phoenixes.