"En, the taste is really good." Xiao Meier was visiting for the first time, but she was impressed, "The dishes are indeed good in this restaurant, and so is the service."
"I feel there are still many areas where Wanbao Hall needs to improve," she added.
Chen Cheng asked in return, "Should we also aim for a star?"
"This restaurant has three Michelin stars,"
Chen Cheng wiped his mouth and said, "Although I personally don’t care about these, Wanbao Hall needs to strive for higher goals."
Xiao Meier furrowed her brows, obviously not yet understanding what Michelin or earning a star meant.
"Michelin Restaurant? What’s that?" she asked.
Chen Cheng explained with a smile, "It’s an awarding organization. Earning Michelin stars signifies that a restaurant’s food, service, and environment meet very high standards."
Xiao Meier suddenly understood, "Just like that restaurant you took me to last time, the Black Diamond Restaurant, same idea, right?"
"This Michelin is much more prestigious than that what’s-its-name," Chen Cheng replied with a smile. "There are only three three-star establishments in Beijing."
Xiao Meier blinked, "So few?"
Chen Cheng nodded, "Governor of Jingzhao, Xinrongji, and this Tide on Tide."
"So what do we need to do at Wanbao Hall to earn a star?"
The light of curiosity shone in Xiao Meier’s eyes; clearly, she was captivated by the grand goal Chen Cheng had painted.
"Earning a star isn’t as easy as one might imagine, it requires improvements in many areas."
Chen Cheng spoke slowly: "First, the dishes must be refined continuously, not only tasty but also creative and distinctive, providing a unique experience to the diners."
"That aspect, I think, isn’t hard. With Chef Hou, we can be at ease."
"Additionally, the service also has to be top-notch, making every diner feel warmly welcomed and well taken care of."
"Lastly, the environment also needs to be elegant and comfortable, providing diners a relaxing and enjoyable dining atmosphere."
"Of course, besides these tangible conditions, we also need to continually enhance the brand image and visibility, making Wanbao Hall more recognised and appreciated."
Hearing this, Xiao Meier slightly frowned.
"It seems like there is still a long journey ahead!" she remarked.
Chen Cheng patted her hand with a smile, "Don’t worry, as long as we have a clear goal and work towards it together with determination, we can definitely succeed."
"Right! Just like the Camellia, it will surely be a success!" Xiao Meier’s spirits were high.
"Whether it’s Wanbao Hall or Camellia, let’s work hard together!" Feng Biao also said excitedly, "Let’s achieve something great together!"
Liu Ying, seeing her husband so driven and full of ideals was also inspired, "Let’s work hard together!"
The four of them continued to drink in the private dining room for a while, not leaving Tide on Tide until the Wuliangye brought by Feng Biao was finished.
Upon reaching the parking lot, Chen Donghai was already waiting by the car.
"That’s it for today," Chen Cheng told Feng Biao: "I’ll have Xiao Hai drive you back."
"No need, Yingzi and I can walk back." Feng Biao gave Chen Cheng a big hug, "Dacheng, thank you."
"Cut it out, when did you get so sappy?" Chen Cheng laughed as he scolded.
Feng Biao let go, "I mean it, thank you for giving me this opportunity."
Chen Cheng knew he was speaking genuinely after drinking, and didn’t say much more, just smiling and patting his shoulder.
"Alright, quit the mushiness, better head home."
After saying goodbye to Xiao Meier, Liu Ying and Feng Biao left the parking lot hand-in-hand.
"Xiao Hai, take Sister Meier home first," Chen Cheng instructed.
Xiao Meier blinked, "Where are you going?"
Chen Cheng held onto the car door, "We didn’t finish discussing earlier, I need to talk some more."
Xiao Meier checked the time, it was already past nine.
"Then I’ll wait for you at home," she advised: "Don’t drink later."
Chen Cheng nodded, "Alright, I promise you."
Xiao Meier knew that Chen Cheng was now different than before, having to handle more matters; otherwise, he wouldn’t have left the table and hurried back so quickly.
She reluctantly sat in the back seat, while Chen Cheng waved his hand.
Only after Dacheng drove out of the parking lot did the Mercedes-Benz C behind flash its headlights twice.
Chen Cheng turned around, and Tong Jialu then got out of the driver’s seat.
She leaned against the hood, her slender legs crossed under her petite dress, smiling brightly at him and cooed sweetly, "Brother Cheng~"