Luo Qianqian was led to a very exquisite and luxurious private room named "The Only."
The room looked like a conference room, with beige wallpaper that gave off a generous vibe. The table, placed in the center of the room, was a large round one that could accommodate eight to ten people. The room was equipped with a TV, a bathroom, and even a karaoke selection podium. Underneath the TV, a mini-fridge stocked with chilled water and soft drinks—but notably no alcohol—was available. Some plush toys were also placed on a sofa on one side, adding a unique charm to the room. Instead of alcohol, various types of teacups were displayed in the room’s wooden cabinets.
"Hey, this room is so big, there isn’t a minimum charge, is there? I always feel like I can’t afford it..." Luo Qianqian muttered.
As these four entered the room, the surrounding staff gathered at the door:
"Is this the Number One VIP that has never appeared since the opening?"
"Isn’t that obvious? Who doesn’t know that ’The Only’ is the only room that requires a card for entry, and there’s only one card available—need we even mention it?"
"But the people I saw entering just now didn’t look very old..."
"And the one holding the card was the youngest..."
"What are you all talking about? Shouldn’t you be getting back to work? If you have time for gossiping, doesn’t that mean you’re not making money?" A stern voice reached everyone’s ears, and the next second, those who had been gossiping scattered immediately.
The woman who had spoken earlier at the door took a moment to tidy her clothes, cleared her throat, and then pressed the doorbell of "The Only" room, "Hello, I’m a waitress. May I take your order now?"
Luo Yanwu opened the door to a well-dressed woman looking perplexed—did ordering require such meticulous dress? Was it necessary to wear an office worker’s black skirt suit?
The woman distributed menus to the four people, but the one in Luo Qianqian’s hands seemed different, obviously more exquisite.
"Wow, there’s even a ’Fragrance Comes’ pig’s trotter??? Let’s have one." Luo Qianqian opened the menu and was dazzled; the color and shape were exactly like what her godmother used to make.
"Pig’s trotter?" Qin Nuan flipped from the first page to the last—there was pig’s trotter, but it was listed as soybean pig’s trotter pot. Could that be it?
"Seafood custard, got to have this too," Luo Qianqian hadn’t even flipped to the second page; every item on this page was filled with memories for her.
Flipping to the second page, her eyes widened in surprise, "No carrots in the shredded pork with garlic sauce? Absolutely what I wanted, haha, I’ll take this too."
Qin Nuan flipped through again and couldn’t find any of the dishes Luo Qianqian had mentioned. She leaned closer and saw that Luo Qianqian’s menu not only had pictures for each dish but even notes on when certain foods shouldn’t be eaten...
"Is your menu hacked?" Seeing the woman keeping a smile, Qin Nuan ultimately refrained from commenting and silently ordered, "Bacon corn chowder, surf and turf pizza with extra cheese, lasagna, fruit salad."
Luo Yanwu’s expression was a bit strange, "Sushi platter, fried shrimp tempura, grilled crab sticks, one pork cutlet rice, and one fried chicken salad rice."
Cong Rong glanced at his own menu, seeming slightly anxious, "One brownie, one Black Forest, one tiramisu, and get a mango pudding, for drinks... yes, grape aloe vera juice, two pitchers."
Only then did Qin Nuan realize, each menu was different.
Luo Qianqian stuck out her tongue, closed the menu, thinking the food was enough for four, and there were no prices listed—better not to order too much, "Let’s just go with these for now."
The woman acknowledged and exited the room, only then did Luo Qianqian sadly pull out her wallet, "I don’t know if I have enough money, if I run short, Nuannuan, could you lend me some?"
Qin Nuan also couldn’t confirm the price, just nodding her head hesitantly. She also feared this question, as they had never entered this place before despite hearing its name.
"Qianqian, where did you get the card from?" Luo Yanwu frowned, he clearly remembered that the reception at the entrance was not before.
"It was given by someone else," Luo Qianqian stuck out her tongue and did not plan to say more, after all, she did not know the real situation.
"Boss, VIP Number One is here," the woman said after arranging the food, nervously pulling out her phone, "Yes, three people with him... yes... okay boss... yes, boss."
After hanging up the phone, the nervous look in the woman’s eyes vanished, replaced instead by a hint of relaxation, she murmured to herself, "Just as I thought..."
"My goodness, it really tastes like my godmother’s cooking!" Luo Qianqian, having received her dish, carelessly grabbed a piece of pig’s trotter and then looked astounded. She had been eating it for years, how could she not remember?
"Don’t say it so frighteningly!" Qin Nuan glared at her, then also took a piece, squinting her eyes and nodding repeatedly, "This flavor is really good."
Cong Rong and Luo Yanwu, seeing the two of them rave , quickly had the pig’s trotter moved in front of them, took a piece, and both wore a face of surprise, "The flavor really is good!"
The egg custard was a small portion, but thoughtfully served in four, Luo Qianqian took a sip and frowned.
Seeing her expression, Qin Nuan also took a sip, her eyes lighting up, "This taste is also fantastic."
"But I always feel something is missing," Luo Qianqian didn’t deny the flavor, it indeed was delicious, but it somehow fell short of her expectations and wasn’t as stunning as the pig’s trotter.
Every dish was exquisitely flavorful. After finishing the home-style dishes ordered by Luo Qianqian, the pizza and soup ordered by Qin Nuan were served, but the portions were not large. After finishing the Japanese meal ordered by Luo Yanwu, the dessert ordered by Cong Rong was served, and considerately they brought out a tea set from the display case and brewed black tea for the four.
The exquisite tea set made Luo Qianqian slow down her movements significantly, her face full of enjoyment, "Eating is so much fun."
Qin Nuan rolled her eyes, "You just enjoy yourself now, you won’t be happy when you see the bill."
Luo Qianqian paused, nodding in agreement, facing the unknown bill with trepidation.
After resting for a while, Luo Qianqian finally pressed the call bell in the room. The woman appeared promptly in the private room, "May I help you with anything?"
Even though Cong Rong was closest to the call bell, when the woman arrived, she immediately bowed toward Luo Qianqian, her attitude noticeably better.
Embarrassed by the question, Luo Qianqian nodded hesitantly, "The bill, please."
The woman looked up in surprise, hesitating for a moment with a smile, "Good news, your bill has been waived."
??? All four of them were dumbfounded, their eyes wide as they stared at the woman.
The woman, feeling a little embarrassed but recalling the owner’s instruction, said, "You are today’s hundredth customer, so your meal is on the house."
Surprised but then relieved, Luo Qianqian’s face relaxed. She initially feared they might have to wash dishes due to insufficient funds, but asked tentatively, "May I know how much this meal would have originally cost?"
"Originally?" The woman really didn’t know, as the ’exclusive’ menu was customized by the owner and the junior owner, open only to one person.