"Mr. Zhang, you must be tired! Let me give you a massage." Lin Xiaowen cast a provocative glance at Wu Qiaoqiao and walked over to Zhang Xiaohao, stretching out a pair of tender and smooth hands and placing them on Zhang Xiaohao’s back, kneading his shoulders.
"Humph! As if you’re the only one who knows how? Don’t tell me this young lady here can’t?" Seeing Lin Xiaowen’s action, Wu Qiaoqiao snorted in her heart, stood up from the chair, and walked over to Zhang Xiaohao.
"Mr. Zhang, are your legs feeling sore? Let me massage them for you, loosen up those muscles." Wu Qiaoqiao gently brushed a lock of her hair and confidently said with a light smile.
"Mmm." Zhang Xiaohao responded with satisfaction, laid back on the sofa, and handed his legs over to Wu Qiaoqiao, thinking proudly to himself that being a boss was great.
"Shameless!" Seeing Wu Qiaoqiao’s move, Lin Xiaowen complained in her heart, very dissatisfied.
In order to serve Zhang Xiaohao more comfortably, she provocatively glanced at Wu Qiaoqiao again.
Wu Qiaoqiao was not one to be trifled with either, thinking arrogantly to herself, You want to play, little one? Fine! I’ll play along nicely. I won’t believe I can’t win against you with my charm.
Just at this moment, a knocking sound came from outside.
"Who is it?" Zhang Xiaohao said irritably towards the door.
This was what it was like in the office before too. It was either Lin Xiaowen or Wang Mengmeng who disrupted him. Now he was in his damn restaurant, and he was still disturbed by a waitress.
If glares could kill, Zhang Xiaohao’s sharp gaze would have pierced through the wall and killed the waitress on the other side.
Couldn’t you come later?
"Good evening, sir, your order is ready," a polite voice of the waitress came from outside.
"Mmm," Zhang Xiaohao replied unhappily, and then said, "The two of you, get up, someone’s here."
"Mmm," Wu Qiaoqiao and Lin Xiaowen responded awkwardly.
Lin Xiaowen walked over and opened the door.
The waitress pushed in a cart, respectfully set eight signature dishes on the table, and placed two bottles of ’82 Lafite on the table, picked up a corkscrew, ready to open them.
"Just leave the stuff, we can do it ourselves," Wu Qiaoqiao said calmly.
"Okay, if there’s anything you need, please call me." After that, the waitress left politely and closed the door behind her.
"An ’82 Lafite, I’ve never really savored it before. Xiao Wen, I hope you don’t cry when it’s time to pay the bill," Wu Qiaoqiao said, taking off her jacket to reveal a white vest underneath, speaking triumphantly.
"It’s just two bottles of ’82 Lafite. At most, it’s one or two ten thousand." Lin Xiaowen scoffed.
She could afford that much. It was only a month’s salary, after all. She was ready to splurge.
"One or two ten thousand? You won’t get two bottles of red wine for less than thirty thousand!" Wu Qiaoqiao said.
"Cough! Cough! Let’s not talk about these uninteresting matters. Let’s eat! Let’s eat!" Zhang Xiaohao intervened.
If outsiders knew that they had devalued a bottle of ’82 Lafite worth one hundred and fifty thousand in the market to just one or two ten thousand, I wonder what their expressions would be like. It would certainly be very amusing.
Seeing that Zhang Xiaohao had already started eating, Wu Qiaoqiao and Lin Xiaowen didn’t delay any longer and picked up their chopsticks to eat quickly.
"Mmm, the food is not bad, quite delicious! The money is well spent, but I wonder if this ’82 Lafite here is real or fake?" Zhang Xiaohao said after putting down his chopsticks.
He picked up a bottle of ’82 wine, gently shook it twice to better blend the wine’s fragrance.
About five seconds later, Zhang Xiaohao finally opened the wine bottle.
First, he poured a glass of red wine for both Wu Qiaoqiao and Lin Xiaowen, and then he poured one for himself.
Holding the wineglass, Zhang Xiaohao gently swirled it, then held the glass to his nose and took an intoxicating sniff.
"Rich aroma, concentrated yet diffusive, not bad! Indeed, this is ’82 Lafite," Zhang Xiaohao commented. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝗂𝗋𝖾⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥
Saying that, he picked up the wineglass and drank all the wine inside in one gulp.
"Eh! Mr. Zhang, how do you know so clearly?" Lin Xiaowen asked, puzzled.
"Xiao Wen, come here and I’ll tell you!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a smile.
"Mr. Zhang," Lin Xiaowen said.
But still, she walked over.
"Haha... Xiao Wen, since you’re so good, I’ll tell you, but you girls mustn’t tell anyone else, okay?" Zhang Xiaohao said mysteriously.
"Mmm," Lin Xiaowen and Wu Qiaoqiao responded in unison.
"Back when I was abroad, I used to drink this kind of wine all the time, just like drinking tap water. I got so used to it that I even threw up and ended up using them as mouthwash," Zhang Xiaohao confessed.
"Giggle... Keep boasting, Mr. Zhang! You, abroad? Drinking this kind of wine often? You’re killing me with laughter."
Hearing Zhang Xiaohao’s words, Wu Qiaoqiao and Lin Xiaowen couldn’t contain their laughter, bursting into wild laughter.
"What I said is true; I really didn’t lie to you!" Zhang Xiaohao insisted.
"I believe you! I really do! Whatever Mr. Zhang says, I believe you!" Lin Xiaowen said, unable to suppress her own laughter.
"Never mind, to be honest since you don’t believe me, I won’t say it anymore," Zhang Xiaohao shook his head and said.
In his heart, he thought to himself that girls these days really did have long hair and short sights. No wonder they liked to hear sweet nothings. A few smooth words and a bouquet of flowers and they were won over.