Why are you all trying to win over me, the male supporting character?

His assistant suggested they go to the VIP lounge, but he said he still preferred this more down-to-earth, lively place!

"When I was young, I loved eating at roadside stalls."

Master Meng picked up a knife and fork and began cutting the soup dumplings.

Noble and elegant.

"Some people have said that the representative delicacies of our country are not found in five-star restaurants, but in roadside stalls."

The assistant felt a headache coming on just watching him eat the soup dumplings.

Eating it like that is a complete waste of the broth!

The soup dumplings have lost their soul!

In his early years, Mr. Meng tried hard to integrate into the noble upper class.

In recent years, there has been a renewed pursuit of democratization.

The assistant couldn't understand why these rich people had so many tricks up their sleeves.

While I was eating, I saw the young man from across the hall coming down to have breakfast, wearing indoor slippers and a bathrobe.

Master Meng had a good impression of him, but he didn't know that he was Lu Chengzhou.

Seeing his appearance, my eyebrows twitched.

That's truly unconventional...

It has a touch of his youthful charm in it.

Thinking back to his experience in the elevator yesterday, Mr. Meng's curiosity was piqued again.

Having lived to this age and reached such a height, there's nothing and no one left that can arouse his curiosity.

This young man in the bathrobe could be considered one.

So he waved his hand, signaling Lu Chengzhou to come over and eat with him.

The assistant whispered, "Chairman, this person's background is unknown, perhaps we shouldn't..."

Master Meng glared at her, stopping her from speaking.

What's wrong with having an unknown origin?

He liked the young man and wanted to invite him to have breakfast with him, was that not allowed?

The assistant thought to himself, "This guy isn't even wearing a decent outfit, let alone a suit. You're really giving him the time of day!"

That's absolutely outrageous.

However, the tastes of the wealthy are ever-changing.

The assistant didn't say much and just silently did as instructed.

……

"You called me?"

Yes, I'm calling you.

As Lu Chengzhou was greeted by Master Meng's kind smile, he inexplicably recalled the scene of him scolding his daughter last night.

That voice was really loud; even a soundproof wall couldn't block it out.

He couldn't help but think to himself, "I wonder what Mr. Meng's zodiac sign is. He seems to have a split personality. He's so polite to outsiders, but he's ruthless to his family!"

What's going on here?

Lu Chengzhou didn't want to go, but thinking that what's meant to be will be, he came anyway.

To be able to sit at tables opposite each other in such a big restaurant, it's quite a coincidence!

Continuing to hide will only arouse suspicion.

"Hello."

Lu Chengzhou took politeness and courtesy to the extreme.

This is someone you really can't afford to offend.

Judging from the tension of the Meng sisters, Wanyu and Jingting, there might really be a murder case under Master Meng's care.

This person instantly became Lu Chengzhou's number one dangerous individual.

However, the number one dangerous individual himself does not perceive himself as particularly dangerous.

Mr. Meng nodded: "Order whatever you want, it's on me."

Lu Chengzhou didn't dare order anything like fish maw and sea cucumber, and just ordered the usual soy milk, fried dough sticks, and soup dumplings.

Mr. Meng looked at the breakfast set meal that was exactly the same as his own and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Young man, are you deliberately imitating me?"

"Ok?"

Lu Chengzhou glanced at the set meal that Master Meng had ordered, and then at the one he had ordered.

I couldn't help but gasp.

They really are exactly the same!

"Then let's replace the fried dough sticks with sesame seed cakes."

"You don't have to cater to me. Order whatever you like to eat."

Master Meng waved his hand, signaling the waiter to prepare.

At this moment, Master Meng still harbored some curiosity about what happened yesterday.

He couldn't help but ask, "Young man, how do you know the wine spilled? The packaging was very secure, wasn't it?"

Lu Chengzhou: "It's simple, it smells of alcohol."

Master Meng was even more surprised: "You can smell it even through the wooden box and paper bag?"

Lu Chengzhou nodded.

Men with a systematic approach have such a keen sense of smell.

No way.

After a moment of contemplation, Master Meng asked, "Then how did you know it was Lafite?"

Lu Chengzhou: "It's very simple, just smell the alcohol."

"Could it be that you know the age of that bottle of wine?"

"I roughly know, but I'm not sure."

"Oh? Tell me about it."

"It should be from the 1997 batch."

Upon hearing his answer, Master Meng's eyes widened.

You guessed right?!

This guy is amazing.

No matter how skilled a sommelier is, it's impossible to smell the aroma of wine or even determine its variety from such a distance.

Master Meng didn't believe in superstitions and thought it was just a coincidence.

So he waved his hand, signaling his assistant behind him to take out the bottles of wine from the suitcase, pick one at random, and test the young man in front of him.

……

at this time.

The Lin family father and son had already arrived at the lobby on the first floor of the music hotel.

After spending some money to "grease the wheels," they learned that Master Meng was currently at the restaurant.

The two quickly entered the elevator.

We're going straight up to the third floor.

However, when it was time to get out of the elevator, Mr. Lin, this old fox, suddenly became nervous.

"Meng Yong is known for his eccentric temper."

"If we visit him rashly and offend him, it will be a loss."

"No, I still need to stage a chance encounter!"

Mr. Lin stopped Lin Chen, who was about to ask for a business card.

Lin Chen looked bewildered: "Dad, what's wrong? If we don't go now, they'll be gone!"

Master Lin gave him a look of disappointment and disappointment.

"You little brat, don't cause me any trouble. Go sit down over there."

"Oh……"

Lin Chen was inexplicably scolded and could only sit down to the side, feeling wronged.

Looking at the person sitting next to Meng Yong, his eyes slowly widened.

What the hell!

Isn't that Lu Chengzhou?

What is Lu Chengzhou doing?

He was having breakfast with that eccentric old man, Meng Yong!

Let's see what they're eating.

They ate fried dough sticks, steamed buns, and drank very ordinary soy milk!

"This is definitely Meng Yong trying to cater to Lu Chengzhou's commoner tastes."

Lin Chen immediately came to the wrong answer.

Their awe of Lu Chengzhou had deepened even further.