Noticing Zhao Chenxin’s movement, Hao Yunyang could only break out in a cold sweat, wondering if his lie was too convincing or if Zhao Chenxin’s trust in him was too high? Vaguely, Hao Yunyang even felt a sense of guilt. The restaurant was still operating as usual, with six tall hostesses in cheongsams standing in two rows at the entrance. As soon as Hao Yunyang and his group entered, they heard the sweet welcome from the six hostesses.
“Can we still order food?” Hao Yunyang glanced at the gold-themed hall and asked with a smile.
“Yes, please follow me.” One of the hostesses smiled slightly, and somehow pulled out a handheld ordering device in the blink of an eye, instantly transforming from a hostess to an order taker, which left Hao Yunyang speechless.
It turned out that front-line staff temporarily filling various roles was not just a phenomenon in Leqing, but everywhere.
“Are there any specialty dishes?” After walking around the ordering room and seeing some unfamiliar dishes, Hao Yunyang could only turn to the hostess-turned-order taker and ask, “Something light.”
“Hehe, yes.” The girl smiled and gestured to a display stand nearby, “Those are Halal dishes, which are relatively light.”
“Hmm.” Hao Yunyang didn’t walk over there, but thought for a moment and said, “Three meat, two vegetable dishes, and one soup, all light. Just order for me. Where’s the private room?”
“Okay, the private room is on the third floor, room 303,” the girl answered brightly.
Although Halal cuisine is light, it doesn’t mean it’s cheap. A Halal dish here probably has at least a five-yuan commission.
Sitting in the private room, Xiao Ming, after a while, Hao Yunyang ate and said, “Tomorrow morning, we’ll look around here and try some local specialties. In the afternoon, we’ll visit someone, and then I heard Qinghai Lake is beautiful, so we’ll go see it the day after tomorrow, so we don’t come to Xining for nothing.”
“Mm, I’ve heard about it,” Zhao Chenxin nodded excitedly, “I heard it has seven colors!”
“Hehe, I just picked up this,” Hao Yunyang shook the Xining tourism map in his hand proudly, “The scenic spots on it look good.”
“Not working?” Wang Shiyu, who had been silent, suddenly asked.
