Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

As soon as Jing Jiaren put the plate of rice on the table, the women stopped talking.

"What are you talking about, I can join you too."

"I don't know which Miss Jing's is reduced to eating staff meals." Receptionist Lan looked at Jing Jiaren maliciously, waiting for her to come over a long time ago.

Jing Jiaren said with a smile: "Isn't the toilet princess also sitting here to eat staff meals? Naturally, I dare not make an exception."

"Just because I'm sitting here doesn't mean I want to eat the food here. Also, if you call me the toilet princess again, I won't be polite!" Receptionist Lan narrowed his eyes fiercely, "Where's my lunch?"

It was only then that Jing Jiaren realized that a man who looked like a bodyguard was standing three meters away, carrying a ten-story lunch box.

The bodyguard immediately came over and laid out the lunch boxes layer by layer, all of which were full of delicious dishes...

Just looking at it makes people drool, not to mention smelling the aroma!

Although the company's staff meals are not bad, but compared to Lan Reception's in terms of portion and presentation, it's still n ranks behind!

"Everyone, feel free to eat, it's all made by my chef—a first-class chef hired from abroad, except for his dishes, I'm not used to it." Lan received the tone of a local tyrant, "You try Try it, how does it taste?"

The three women immediately fell in admiration for Reception Lan, flattering her in all kinds of ways and full of praise.

Jing Jiaren ate the food on the plate by herself.

At this moment, a big chef wearing a chef's hat came here pushing the dining car, holding a large bouquet of roses in his hand.

Immediately attracts the attention of the entire restaurant.

He pushed the dining car straight to Jing Jiaren: "Excuse me, are you Miss Jing?"

Jing Jiaren looked up: "You are?"

"I am the head chef of the InterContinental International Hotel, and this is your lunch."

"You're mistaken, I don't have any."

"How could it be wrong? A gentleman ordered lunch for you from us, and he also ordered that the most beautiful beauty is you, so I thought it must be you." The chef lifted the lid of the meal—French style Foie gras, shredded deer ears, secret chicken steak, fatty ayu, sashimi platter, A-grade eye steak, steamed egg with caviar sauce, lemongrass shrimp.

"..."

"By the way, this bouquet of roses was also given to you by him, please sign for it."

Jing Jiaren had a headache, thinking with her toes, this must be a good thing Ximen Longting did.

Didn't he let her keep a low profile in the company? Why did she do such a thing again, making her the focus of everyone's attention?

"Miss Jing, please sign for it."

So many people looked at Jing Jiaren, she took the flowers bravely, and signed the list casually.

The chef didn't leave, but stood beside her.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

The chef said respectfully: "I personally delivered the dishes to you, just to see with my own eyes what taste is not suitable after you eat it, and I will make improvements based on your opinions."

"Improve?"

"That's right, that gentleman ordered a meal for you in our hotel for the next month, saying that he knew that you were tired of our hotel's dishes. In order to take care of your needs, of course I have to do it myself."

The Intercontinental International Hotel is a five-star hotel in city B, and the dishes inside are very expensive, not to mention that the dishes ordered for Jing Jiaren are all expensive ingredients.

Now, several receptionists looked at Jing Jiaren with admiration.

Receptionist Lan was so angry that his eyes were about to burst into flames...