MTL - Entertainment Industry’s Gourmet Food Service-Chapter 17 Mount Fuji

At 4:30 in the afternoon, many students are resting, and half past five is dinner time, but it is not mandatory. There are so many people, and no one of them knows. . So Mo Shaoqing and Xing Zhipeng intend to use this time to go out and find a hotel. However, when he first came out of the room, he ran into Zhao Wei. In order to prevent Zhao Wei from "information", he was actually flickering and fled the hotel to go to the hot springs. The last two people's hot spring trip became a three-person trip.

Xing Zhipeng took out the hot spring hotel strategy that had already been developed and chose one of the best hot spring hotels in the area. Mo Shaoqing silently spit, it seems that he was prepared, and he dug the pit and waited for him to jump down.

Because the holiday season is avoided, the hotel traffic is not a lot. Xing Zhipeng was particularly prepared to set up a villa, but was told that it had been booked, and Mo Shaoqing was relieved. In the end, they booked a r-style courtyard with an open-air hot spring, which spreads flat to individuals. Almost one person needs 20,000 yuan, which is equivalent to more than one thousand dollars for Huaxia.

Rao is mentally prepared, and Mo Shaoqing is also frightened. This price is far beyond his budget. To know that for a non-hedonist, even a little trick, he is a thousand. A multi-currency hotel has never appeared in the dictionary. Moreover, this time it took a total of 100,000 yuan to go out. This is not a time when it is full of enthusiasm. Mo Shaoqing can only reluctantly give up the hot springs and make a move.

"Hey, don't go, you, it's thrift, you know that money is not saved, it is earned." Xing Zhipeng immediately called Mo Shaoqing along with Zhao Wei who was going to follow. "You two are gone. What do you mean by leaving me alone?" Xing Zhipeng grinned and looked pitiful.

Seeing this set doesn't work, it immediately gives another trick: "You don't know how much you earn. Do you know how difficult it is to have a busy hotel? How expensive is it? Do you know if you have two meals in the morning and evening? We can be here. Stay for 15 hours, one hour for one hour, there is food and drink! Independent private hot spring..."

Mo Shaoqing bite his teeth and bite his teeth. He bite his teeth again. He can't buy it. He has lived for nearly forty years. He has worked hard for the rest of his life. He has never enjoyed such a good place. He has come to see foreign countries...

"Okay, I agree, just this, don't change it, swipe it!" Gently agreed.

"Well, I agree," Zhao said.

The waiter in the blue kimono was completely unconcerned as if he had not seen it. He had been waiting for him with respect and respect. After seeing a few people reach a consensus, they led them through the rushing stream, through a small, delicate garden, and the garden was full. The red maple leaves danced in the autumn sunset, covering the smooth stone path, such as a red carpet.

The spotlights hidden in the grass radiate a feminine glow against the rockery. The trees are surrounded by white and paper lanterns. The whole hotel is as delicate as a private garden, one step at a time, waiting for you to explore. It is an experience that can only be experienced by personal experience.

The room where Mo Shaoqing is located is a separate r-style courtyard on the hillside. The whole courtyard is hidden in the woods. Walking up the stone path, you will see a two-bedroom hall with a glass structure. One room is a bed room. It is tatami, each room has an independent bathroom, there is also a tea room, living room, balcony. There is an open-air hot spring in the garden with half indoor and half garden views. There is a special housekeeper in the park. After confirming the meal break time, they are also told to have a performance at the hotel's dining area at 6 o'clock.

When the body is not in the hot spring, the price, troubles, fatigue will be thrown into the brain, the sun sets, the front is the misty, snowy Mount Fuji. Mo Shaoqing couldn't help but sigh: "This is life!" The true value of this money. There is a small bucket floating on the hot spring, which contains tea, sake and snacks.

At five o'clock, Xing Zhipeng was still reluctant to go to the hot springs. Mo Shaoqing’s stomach was already hungry, so he and Zhao Wei put on the yukata prepared by the hotel, ready to go eat at the restaurant. However, this hotel is also a little bigger. The two of them are not going to know where to go. The scenery here is good. All the way to the ground, I went to a meadow without knowing it. There is a yard in the center of the grassland. Proposal to ask the butler over there, Mo Shaoqing accepted.

The yard is a two-meter-high wall with bamboo pieces. I am afraid that I will rush into the office to disturb the guests. Mo Shaoqing decided to explore the situation from the gap to see if there are any guests. The man has a delicate mixed-race appearance, but he is dressed in a navy blue bathrobe, with his legs overlapping, lying on the lounge chair by the hot spring, reading the book in one hand, lazy, the collar of the bathrobe is open, the texture of the wheat, the full chest. The **** on the waist and abdomen can be seen faintly, with a sense of collision between classical and foreign. "It is actually him -" Mo Shaoqing was surprised.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Wei puzzled, followed and looked inside.

"Nothing, let's go. There are guests at rest, let's ask the waiters." Mo Shaoqing urged to leave, and soon reacted again, why do you want to be a guilty guilty person, the pen is not He stole it - yes, the man in the courtyard was the one who hit Mo Shaoqing at Donghu Building last year. The exquisite appearance and enough social status are enough to make any man admire, of course, including Mo Shaoqing, who had wanted to be a successful person in his previous life. Therefore, in the face of such a social elite, Mo Shaoqing will be a little confused, not to mention the pen, really expensive, he actually forgot to return...

After some twists and turns, the two finally came to the dining area before six o'clock. Taking advantage of Zhao Wei's a la carte, Mo Shaoqing looked at the entire dining area. A semi-open, irregular r-style restaurant is surrounded by a promenade and the corridor is a double box. A slender mountain spring separates the stage and dining area. There is a shelf on the stage, and there are two parallel drums. It is still early, and there are not many restaurant staff.

It was not long before Mo Shaoqing sat down. The poor guests who were few around were suddenly gone. When he was puzzled, he found that the man was sitting alone at the table and was alone. The breath of people thousands of miles away. In addition, the two big-shaped big men are also shrinking at the small table, which is very funny. Mo Shaoqing understands why everyone is gone.

Mo Shaoqing couldn't help but glanced there. The man was holding long sleeves with sharp edges and sides. He was holding chopsticks while eating vegetables, and then he couldn't control his own eyes.... The eyes of others are very sensitive. If you can say that it is unintentional, can you understand it as... Did this trip leak out? I looked at the eyes of Mo Shaoqing.

"You know me." Bo Hao was not surprised to take a three-point decision.

Now, watching the man's oppressive coming, Mo Shaoqing can only admit it. "Yes, that last winter's East Lake Building -" looked at each other with a look of stunned look, Mo Shaoqing felt that he was invisible in the face, so good to mention this, people like this have long remembered you. .

"Child labor?" Lingsen's doubts. Mo Shaoqing is a little worried, is he looking so small, well, although he looks really tender and has no adulthood, but he has not reached the point of child labor!

"Yes, I...not actually deliberately staring at you." Who makes you so handsome.

"Uh-huh?" Lingsen told him to go on.

"I am because of the pen, yes, the pen."

"What pen?"

Seeing the other party is completely unimpressed, Mo Shaoqing is anxious, the other party is a big boss at first glance, if he does not say a reason, the other party will feel that he is in the set of "is the D country made, sorry, hit it that day. You, I forgot to return it to you after I got the pen, then I went to the East Lake Building, where it was closed." Mo Shaoqing explained eagerly.

"That, I thought I was lost?" Looking at the other side with a low head, a grievance, Lingsen also inexplicably downset, apologizing for his own doubts, and then reaching out to the other side: "My last name Ling."

Mo Shaoqing quickly grabbed it and reported his full name: "My name is Mo Shaoqing."

"That pen is given to you, oh, your friend is coming -" Lingsen turned and revealed Zhao Wei, who was covered by him, and left the restaurant after he gestured to Mo Shaoqing.

"Who is that person?" Zhao Yu asked the other person's back.

"Well - how do you say? A boss in the place where I used to work." Mo Shaoqing probably explained it.

Zhao Wei was silent for a while and hesitated: "I don't think he is a simple person!" Mo Shaoqing certainly understands what he means. Mr. Ling is not a class person with his own eyes. "Nothing, it meets."

"What are you talking about? I didn't come late, the show hasn't started yet!" Xing Zhipeng went to the table and sat down.

"Not late, the dishes are coming." All of a sudden, Xing Zhipeng was distracted.

The three waiters took a step, put three pots in front of everyone, and then a one-person sushi platter. The delicate sushi was placed in a celadon dish, which made people unable to bear it. Then there is a full piece of side dishes, secret abalone, grilled salmon, cold vegetables, fried steak, tofu dishes, crabs and hibiscus soup, accompanied by the hotel's special sake. Mo Shaoqing was hungry, and at this time, his appetite was open. The hotel's ingredients are particularly fresh, and are seasonal ingredients. This is the essence of Kaiseki cuisine, which is comparable to the space of the vegetables, but there is no living thing in the space of Mo Shaoqing. This time, the meat tasted and made him to himself. The restaurant has new ideas.