Si Xi was completely unaware of Yue Qingqing’s hesitation and continued with the introduction.
"Earlier, because we captured an evil cultivator, the director was very generous and took us here for a meal. The taste was really superb. One dish, ’Wensi Tofu,’ was absolutely incredible. I don’t know how they slice it, but when placed in the soup, the tofu spread out like a blooming flower. Delicious and beautiful, Qingqing, you must try it."
After all, it was a kind gesture from others, so Yue Qingqing followed inside.
"The dishes here must be expensive. Sister Shi is really spending too much."
Si Xi quickly glanced at Yan Sinian out of the corner of her eye, her smile involuntarily widening.
"Not expensive. It’s not easy for Senior Yan to come to Beijing. We can’t entertain him casually."
Yue Qingqing immediately understood that she was benefiting from her senior’s presence.
Yan Sinian, however, was concerned about Yue Qingqing’s brief hesitation.
"Is there someone you know in the restaurant?"
Si Xi paused, "That can’t be right? Qingqing has only been in Beijing for a short time."
Si Xi had also come here hesitantly, considering her budget, biting the bullet. This place only serves ten tables per day and is indeed expensive.
But setting aside the expense, it’s hard for an average person to find the place, let alone make a reservation.
So those who came to dine here were likely people with some money in their pockets and connections.
Yue Qingqing didn’t want to hide the truth from her senior.
Mainly because with her senior’s intelligence, he probably wouldn’t be fooled anyway.
"I sensed Yu Mengyu’s presence."
Yan Sinian raised an eyebrow, "That Yu Mengyu?"
Yan Sinian found it quite interesting, "It really is a small world."
Si Xi was anxious, "Maybe we should switch locations. It’s been hard enough to treat Senior to a meal, and now we’re running into this kind of thing."
"No need. It’s not for my junior sister to back down."
Yan Sinian confidently stepped inside.
Si Xi followed behind, casting a pleading glance at Yue Qingqing.
Yue Qingqing shook her head at her.
Her senior had a cold disposition and wouldn’t initiate trouble.
If they didn’t meet today, there likely wouldn’t have been any disturbance.
Yue Qingqing thought about it and decided that Yu Mengyu should best fend for herself.
After all, in their past life, people who crossed her senior never ended well.
Si Xi nervously led Yan Sinian and Yue Qingqing into a private room and began ordering dishes.
Not to mention other things, the environment and hygiene here were indeed excellent.
The private room was spotlessly clean, with even Yan Sinian unable to find any flaws.
Bergamot was placed on the windowsill, and a slightly bitter yet refreshing aroma filled the room.
It didn’t have the greasiness of typical aromatherapy.
The waitress in a cheongsam was quite striking in appearance, her voice as melodious as a yellow warbler singing in the valley.
"Good afternoon, esteemed guests. Today, our menu is centered around Cantonese cuisine. Cantonese cuisine originates from the Central Plains and inherits the teachings of Confucius, ’food should not be too refined, nor mincemeat too fine,’ featuring characteristics like clearness, freshness, crispness, tenderness, and smoothness..."
Dining here was indeed sophisticated. Before serving, they would introduce the origin, ingredients, and preparation of each dish.
It was a very cultured dining experience.
Yue Qingqing listened with great interest, while Yan Sinian rested with his eyes closed, evidently not very interested.
In another private room, a man in his thirties sat opposite Yu Mengyu.
His features were very proper, wearing a well-tailored suit, clearly indicating a good background.
Even during meals, his back was straight, displaying excellent upbringing.
As the meal progressed, the man waved the waiter away.
Once the private room door was closed, he finally couldn’t suppress his urgency.
"Miss Yu, I heard that previously President Wang of the Tianhe Group encountered the same illness as my father, and it was you who saved him."
Yu Mengyu’s beautifully smooth jawline formed a subtle arc as she looked up at Lin Hao.
"You need to think clearly about this matter. Seeking my help comes at a certain price."
Lin Hao immediately said, "No matter the cost, as long as my father’s illness can be cured, I’m willing to do anything."