Upon arriving at the hotel, the manager, who had been waiting there for some time, came over to greet the two as soon as he saw them. Ou Mucen saw this and casually handed over the child he was holding: "Take good care of him, or you no longer need to work here."
"Yes, Third Young Master!"
The manager respectfully took Little Baozi and was filled with shock and surprise in his heart, but he dared not ask a single question.
It wasn’t until the esteemed guest entered the elevator and went upstairs that he dared to look at the chubby Little Baozi in his hands: "Little friend, what’s your name?"
"Xiaobao? Xiaobao is a good name. Who are your parents? How come you’re here today with the Third Young Master?"
"Uncle, where are you taking me to play? Is there something good to eat? I haven’t eaten anything yet."
The answer was completely unrelated to the question. Having answered, this Little Baozi then wriggled out of his grip and headed in the direction of the best beachside restaurant in the hotel.
The manager, seeing this, was immediately panicked: "Hey, little ancestor, there are people eating over there. You can’t go."
He chased after him, shouting all the way, almost at the expense of his own life.
Yet Little Baozi ran so fast, managing to scurry in under two minutes—his little arms and short legs like those of a bunny—to the beautiful area surrounded by coconut palms and permeated with the scent of the sea breeze.
This open-air restaurant was indeed the most beautiful spot in the hotel and a favorite place for many people in this city.
However, today was a bit special. The entire open-air restaurant only had two people sitting at a table under the largest coconut tree, making it look rather deserted.
Could business really be this bad here?
Ye Xiaobao was still a child and didn’t understand these things. He approached and, seeing the dining chairs were exceptionally comfortable loungers, he climbed onto one without a second thought: "Uncle, I want to be like them. I want a coconut and a scoop of ice cream."
Since the manager had chased him here, sweat was already dripping from his forehead. Seeing Little Baozi sitting in the chair like a lord and asking for food only made him wish he were dead: "Little friend, you want to eat this? Very well, let’s go back. Uncle will take you somewhere else to eat, okay?"
"Why can’t we eat here? It’s very nice here, cool and with a view of the sea."
"Yes, this place is nice, but it’s already been reserved by someone else. I’m not allowed to stay."
"Reserved by someone else? Why is it reserved by someone else? Isn’t this your hotel’s property?"
The hotel manager was so panicked he felt he was about to kneel before this little tyrant. How was he supposed to explain to this child what a private event meant? He was so young; even if he explained, would he understand?
The hotel manager was on the verge of going crazy!
It was at this time that the two people sitting there heard the noise and turned around. The woman in the yellow dress, facing away from them, was obviously not pleased and turned her head sharply: "What’s going on here? Who let you in? Don’t you know Miss Bai has reserved this place for today?"
Her voice was high and shrill, her tone even more sharp and angry. After she spoke, the two people, one big and one small, immediately dared not move.
"Miss Bai, I’m really sorry, it’s this child. He... he saw how beautiful it is here and came over. I will take him away immediately."