Kim Jung-won is not a guy who has to be by his side all the time, constantly brushing customers' favorability and profiting from it - he knows very well that this will cause customers to resent it.

Therefore, after sending the customer into the hotel room, he left with great familiarity - he would only show up when the customer needed it.

That's why Peter Chen is so willing to introduce customers to him – because Peter Chen can always get the kindness of VIPs because of Kim Zhongyuan.

"This is my call, Young Master Qiu! If there is anything needed, I will be the first to come."

He didn't even wait for the response of Boss Luo and the maid in the room, and closed the door very politely and left.

Luo Qiu opened the curtains of the room and looked at the outside of the hotel, from here, he could just see an artificial lake, he smiled and said: "It seems that this big hotel really has some history." ”

The maid was packing her belongings at this time, when she looked up and asked, "Master, what do you want for lunch?"

Boss Luo said, "Hmm...... Why don't you try the restaurant here, I heard that many customers here come for the chef of the restaurant. ”

"Okay. ”

......

......

Alec Hotel, Presidential Suite.

"Sir, I'm the floor steward here and I'm glad to be able to serve you. ”

Dressed in a tuxedo, suit and leather shoes, the blonde man who was nearly forty years old was respectful to Mr. Dilings who was moving in...... Don't even smile.

Dirins seemed to look at the floor steward a little strangely, and couldn't help frowning and asked, "I remember the floor steward here, it seems to be Ms. Tiffany?"

The floor steward in front of him was slightly surprised at this time, and then nodded and said, "Yes, sir." However, Ms. Tiffany has been on vacation for the past few days, so I will take over her work for the time being. Sir, is there anything I need to find her, I can contact her on my behalf. ”

Dillings asked curiously, "Are you from Tiffany?"

"I'm her nephew. The floor steward Gusfu smiled slightly.

"Oh......" Dilling thought for a moment, then shook his head, "No need, since you're on vacation, there's no need to bother...... By the way, she has been on vacation for the past few days, is she going home? ”

"Aunt Tiffany is still staying at the hotel these days. "She's enjoying the benefits of the staff...... I'd better contact my husband. ”

"No, not really, Mr. Gusfu. "Thank you for your kindness, but I'd prefer to be able to get some rest now." You see, I've been on the transport since last night. ”

"It's rude. Gusfu nodded, "So, do I need to wake you up during the meal, Mr. Dirins." ”

"No, I don't. Di Linsi waved his hand and smiled: "Actually, I'm still quite familiar with this place...... Here, there was a stay for a while. ”

The butler on the floor looked a little surprised, but didn't ask too much, and turned away gracefully—the door closed gently.

Dirins sighed slowly at this time, reached out to loosen the tie around his neck, unbuttoned the collar, and then moved his bloated body, and suddenly lay on the snow-white mattress, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"It turns out that this is the presidential suite," he muttered...... "It doesn't feel special." ”

In addition to the price...... Living here for one night, probably an ordinary salaryman, a month or two of salary.

He struggled to his body all at once, and then struggled to reach his suitcase—every movement seemed so clumsy and laborious for his size.

All your strength needs to be exhausted.

He slowly opened the suitcase, which looked rather high-class, and there was another suitcase inside, but it was old and yellowed, and the leather was even worn out in some places.

Dillinth ran his hands slowly over the old suitcase, then gently opened it.

It contained a violin.

Dillins put the violin around his neck and picked up the bow...... The bow rested on the string, but it was not pulled—and Dillings kept his eyes closed until a long time.

After a long time, he let out a slow sigh before he put the violin and bow back in the old suitcase, and then put it in the new suitcase.

Mr. Dillings struggled to his feet, feeling hungry as he touched his big belly that could block the view of his legs.

......

Alec Hotel, squash courts.

A woman who looked to be in her fifties, but was still in good shape, was playing the last game with her friends inside, and soon after, the floor butler Gusfu arrived...... Waiting for the lady in the squash room to finish the game, she was called out.

In the seats in the outside lounge area.

"Mr. Dirins?" the woman repeated the name in surprise, and then thought carefully for a moment before shaking her head, "I have no impression. ”

Gusfu said strangely, "Aunt Tiffany, but I feel as if this Mr. Dillinth really knows you." ”

Lady...... Aunt Tiffany thought for a moment, "Maybe I got to know me through another customer's introduction." ”

"Do you need me to arrange a meeting for you?"

Aunt Tiffany shook her head and said, looking at the nephew who was going to take over her shift, and said, "We do housekeeping service, and we never take the initiative to meet guests only when they ask to meet." ”

Gusfu nodded, of course he knew this, but he suspected that Aunt Tiffany had something to do with that Mr. Dirinth, so he was curious and tentative...... It didn't seem to have anything directly related, so he didn't say anything more, just found a random reason and left.

Watching her nephew leave, Aunt Tiffany seemed to be in some kind of contemplation, and she subconsciously looked at the large artificial lake outside the rest area.

Although I don't remember that the name of any of the customers I have received is Dilings, I don't know why, but I have a vague sense of familiarity with this name.

"Hey, Tiffany, one more game?"

Tiffany waved her hand and stepped back into the squash room...... It's good that she's so old and can enjoy life like this.

Every single day is good, good.

......

......

The menu is not allowed to be changed, and it is up to the chef to decide what the menu will be for each day, and there will be several different combinations of menus, but once the menu has been decided, all the food on the table must be eaten.

This is the rule of this restaurant at the Alec Hotel - when they enter the restaurant, Boss Luo and the maid are told by the waiter.

That's usually the case...... The more strange the rules, the more strange the temper, the more it arouses the curiosity of others - the restaurant can be described as overcrowded at this time.

There were some spare tables in the corners, but apparently they weren't in a good location, so no one cared about them.

"Hmm...... Looks like it's going to be late. Luo Qiu said with pity, but still led the maid to the table that no one cared about.

Right now.

"Both!"

Someone called out to the boss and the maid...... What appeared in front of Boss Luo was Mr. Dilings, who had met for the fourth time.

He was sitting in a very nice position—an empty table, and he was the only one sitting on it.

At this point, Dillings was struggling to get himself to his feet—he finally stood up, a friendly smile on his face, "You two, if you don't mind, why don't you enjoy today's lunch with me, as if you gave me a room in return...... Please don't say no. ”

The maid lady glanced at her master, and when she saw that the master was also looking at her at this time, she smiled beautifully.

Boss Luo looked at Di Linsi and said with a smile: "Of course." ”

Pulling out the chair and sitting down, Dirins finally sat down slowly, and then called the waiter and added the pre-dinner white wine.

"Cheers to our acquaintance. Dillings showed his boldness and hospitality on the train.

It's just that he's not elegant, and he's out of place with everything here—because his voice is so loud that people look sideways and curious.

It seems rude to disturb someone else eating...... But this Mr. Dilings's voice seemed to be so loud.

Actually, he was just talking normally.

The waiter soon began to order food for the impromptu customers. While Boss Luo and Miss Maid were still studying what to eat, Mr. Dilings had already thought of it, "A bean stew, truffle red wine stew, lime lambfish with caper cream sauce, grilled quail with brioche, lamb knee stew with red orange sauce, and ......"

Even though this was a customer who didn't seem to care about cholesterol at all, the waiter hesitated slightly in the face of Dillings' choice of dishes, "Sir, you do ...... Are they all?"

"Sure. Dirins smiled, "Of course it's certain...... Oh, and one last thing, it's to make your Burg chef remember to stop tasting the sauce with your fingers when cooking. ”

“...... Yes, sir. The waiter was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly bowed his head and agreed.

Damn it...... How would this guest know about Chef Berg's bad habits?

He couldn't help but look at the couple next to him who were still thinking about the menu, and he was very worried that Mr. Dillings' words would affect their appetite at this time.

But in the end, he found that he was still overly worried—as if the man and woman had not heard Mr. Dilings, they naturally ordered some dishes—naturally not as exaggerated as Mr. Dilings, but as normal people.

When the waiter took the order and left, Boss Luo looked around, suddenly looked at Mr. Dilins curiously and said, "Mr. Dilinsi seems to be familiar with everything here, even the habits of that strange-tempered chef. ”

Mr. Dillinth just smiled casually, "Actually, I haven't been here for a long, long time...... I remember that in the past, there was a special stage set up here. ”

He stretched out his hand and pointed ahead, "This is this place, it used to be a small stage, and there is always a piano on the usual days. Later, the business of the hotel became better and better, and the number of customers in the restaurant increased, so the stage was dismantled, more seats were vacated, and the current semi-open box was made. ”

"Many years ago?"

"Twenty years, huh?" said Mr. Dillins, then shook his head, "I don't remember clearly, I don't have a very good memory. ”

Boss Luo smiled and said, "It's enough to remember that there was once a stage there." ”

Dillings looked at the young man strangely, but for some reason he agreed with his words, so he smiled and said, "Yes, I am sometimes afraid that I will forget that stage once existed. Now that I think about it, I can still remember it all the time, and I am really lucky. So, sometimes never complain about the world's unfairness to you, because you never know when it gives you care that you don't know. ”

"Perhaps. Boss Luo nodded and raised his glass to this Mr. Dilings.

Mr. Dillings was clearly a talkative man, but his conversation was clearly not comparable to that of a well-known gentleman—on the contrary, he talked about the trivialities of everyday life.

Somewhere in England it rained a torrential rain.

In fact, the meat of lamb knee is more delicious than the meat of lamb ribs.

I heard that in the Oriental China, people will make pork elbows into a delicacy, which is really incredible.

Is chicken paws really edible?

Before he knew it, several waiters were pushing the dishes up—Mr. Dillins had ordered so much that he needed to use the food truck, and several waiters were needed to serve him around.

Every time the lid of a dish was lifted in front of him, Mr. Dillings looked quite satisfied and surprised—he seemed to have infinite anticipation for it.

Or rather, he has an unimaginable expectation of everything – more appropriately, he is full of enthusiasm all the time.

It's just that the chef of the restaurant who has been recognized as a bad habit has not appeared because of this - I heard that the chef never comes out to meet customers...... Obviously, he didn't break that rule because of Mr. Dilings.

"This bastard, the food is still so delicious. ”

Occasionally, Mr. Dilings would make such a remark—and of course, his voice would be as loud as ever.

He may not really be very suitable for the environment in this restaurant, but Boss Luo knows that Dillings at least really likes the dishes made by this chef.

"The taste was really ok. ”

This is the evaluation of the maid after tasting it...... It's already a very high evaluation, Luo Qiu thought to himself.

After the meal, Di Linsi planned to invite Boss Luo and Miss Maid to the artificial lake outside to visit the garden, but they were refused.

With a little disappointment, he left alone after settling the bill.

At this time, there were still a lot of voices in the restaurant, and the guests were talking about something in their respective positions, either serious or laughing, and they were talking happily, but there was less of a voice.

A free, free-spirited voice that was actually just slightly louder than theirs.

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