Mantra

Chapter 168
Xian Hongye's father's name is Xian Yuhe, but in private, I prefer to call him the rich man Xian.

This father, although I have never met him, is rich and powerful, so I heard his voice before I saw him.

Many times, I have seen Xian Hongye make a phone call or send a text message home, and immediately afterward, this rich man will obediently transfer the money to his daughter's card on time, and never retaliate.

Of course, Xian Hongye is not a prodigal, she wears very ordinary clothes, and is much more "fuel-efficient" than the rich second generation I imagined.

However, she still asks her father for a lot of money, and then uses the money to treat her colleagues to dinner, buy a car and go shopping. I have seen her at least three times, and it costs [-] to open her mouth.

I feel that Ye Zi did this purely as a kind of "revenge" against her father.A kind of response to his finding a Japanese daughter-in-law.

Anyway, the relationship between their father and daughter has been bad recently.

And when I saw this rich man, it confirmed my thoughts even more.

The hotel where the rich man received me was the largest "Jiangnan Seven Star Hilde" hotel in the provincial capital.The name combines Chinese and Western, and it is also very grand. At first, I thought it was a seven-star hotel, but it was actually only a five-star hotel.

Even so, it's already at the top of our list of best hotels.

Although I was mentally prepared, when I got out of Xian Hongye's car and walked into the main hall of this five-star hotel, I was still blinded!

I regretted it at the time, why didn't I bring a pair of sunglasses? !

Needless to say, the hotel is spacious and luxurious, and everything from the counter to the corridor is decorated with crystal and gold plating. Wherever I go, I will see colorful lights, as if I have entered the world of the Crystal Palace.

Why!These rich people are really, in order to improve the "forceful style", aren't they afraid of scratching their hands when they install so many glass shards on the wall?If you watch too much, you will still get glaucoma, which is not good.

As I thought about it, I laughed to myself, but just as I was laughing to myself, I suddenly saw a man in a suit and leather shoes, with white hair, surrounded by a group of bodyguards in black. , rushed over to me.

Xian Hongye immediately touched my shoulder, pointed at the white-haired man, and told me very seriously: "Dad is here. Be serious! Don't embarrass me."

Why do I sound so awkward about this?
But Xiao Yezi said so, so I didn't want to lose face to her, so I quickly put away the smile I just stretched, and rushed to greet the white-haired man.

The white-haired man and I stretched out our hands at the same time and held each other tightly.

Hongye introduced me and his father respectively, and we got to know each other after we exchanged greetings.

In all fairness, Xian Hongye's father is a standard handsome man, his actual age should be in his fifties, but in my opinion, he seems to be in his early forties.

On the contrary, the white hair set off his clean and well-bred clothes.

As expected of a rich man commanding hundreds of millions of assets, he looks like a fan.

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, the rich man Xian patted me on the shoulder and said, "Go upstairs, our family is waiting for you."

I laughed and realized that the "Japanese concubine" of the rich man Xian was also upstairs.

Since the host welcomed me in person, it shows that he attaches great importance to me.So I had to buy one too, and happily walked up with him.

So me, Hongye and the rich man, surrounded by five or six bodyguards, went straight into the sightseeing elevator in the middle of the hall, and went straight to the private room on the top floor.

When it comes to the private room, there is another luxurious configuration of the door set door.In my eyes, those gold-plated and silver-plated things, I don't know whether they are true or not, but they are quite luxurious anyway.

"Taste, taste" I know that this rich man is obviously very "taste", but how about the word "taste", I have to see it later.

In this way, we "step on gold and silver", and soon came to the door of the private room of the banquet.

When the waiter opened the door for me.A beam of soft light quickly filled my eyes.

Later, I saw a beautiful woman in a black short-sleeved cheongsam in front of a ten-person turntable table.

The woman's figure is uneven, very young and beautiful, with a seductive smile on her face, and her aura is between dignified and seductive. Any man who sees it will inevitably be shocked.

I know that this is the Japanese stepmother of Xian Hongye, one of the protagonists of today's "eating game".

In order to show respect to the hostess, I specially learned Japanese greetings: "Anihasai!"

But when I said it, I suddenly realized that what I said seemed to be "sticky", right? !

At this time, Xian Hongye, who was extremely embarrassed, touched me and said, "I can understand Chinese! What are you talking about?"

I chuckled, trying to hide it.

In fact, if you think about it, she must be able to speak Chinese. Otherwise, a rich man like Xian Yuhe would have to learn Japanese to marry a daughter-in-law, which would be a bit embarrassing.

Just at this time, the rich man's Japanese daughter-in-law also smiled. She waved her hand at me elegantly, and said in Chinese with a proper accent: "I can understand Korean, too. My grandma has Korean ancestry. The Japanese Occupation During the period, they lived in Pyongyang."

oops!I realized right away that I hadn't expected to meet a Japanese-Korean mixed race, so curiosity got the upper hand.

After the host and guest were seated, I couldn't help but continued to ask: "How dare I ask your name, He Fang?"

The Japanese woman bowed slightly, smiled lightly, and told me, "My name is Yahai Nanzi, and my Chinese name is Yaya."

Teeth? !I laughed secretly when I heard it, why does it feel like the name of a dog?
But after thinking about it, I naturally couldn't talk nonsense. After calling Mrs. Yahai Nanzi casually, I reported my family name as a cook, and my name was Tian Buer.

"Cook?" Yahai Nanzi said with a slight smile, "What a coincidence, my grandfather is also a chef. If he is still alive, you can talk about it."

"Oh?!" I put on a posture and asked with great interest: "I don't know which restaurant he worked in before his death? Is it Japanese cuisine?"

Yahai Nanzi said two words casually, but just these two words almost made my tongue come out of my mouth.

She said simply: "The palace hall, the catering staff."

"Chef in the Imperial Palace?!" I shouted dumbfounded, and added: "Your grandfather is the imperial chef? The imperial chef who cooks for the Japanese king?!"

Yahai Nanzi nodded, and praised me at the same time: "It seems that you have a good understanding of Japanese food culture. There are not many Chinese who can immediately understand the meaning of these two words."

After hearing Yahai Nanzi's appreciation, I couldn't be happy at all.Because I know very well what kind of "organization" this "big meal job" is.

However, China's "Wu Zang Temple" and Japan's "Dashanzhi" had a bloody confrontation in the Republic of China.

In that era, Chinese chefs had a head-to-head confrontation with Japanese cuisine.

Also because of that confrontation, Wu Zang Temple was once driven to a desperate situation.

(End of this chapter)