233: Chapter 233: Strong Taste is Okay (Second Update) 233: Chapter 233: Strong Taste is Okay (Second Update) Suddenly, the hotel fell silent, with everyone’s eyes turning toward this side.
SWAT team members actually rushing in to find the owner?
And telling him to come out?
Zhu Xi, who was busy, was momentarily stunned.
Damn, was there someone causing trouble today?
However, when he saw the SWAT officer at the door, his expression changed dramatically.
He hurried over, asking amiably, “Brother, what’s going on?”
“I heard you wouldn’t let Brother Zhang Fan in?” The man, draping his arm around Zhu Xi’s shoulder, pointed at Zhang Fan at the doorway and asked.
“Huh?” Zhu Xi’s eyes instantly shifted to Zhang Fan.
It seemed he had seen this person somewhere before!
Hey, wasn’t this the young guy who was with Director Ding and the others this morning?
Moreover, it was said that today’s celebration was prepared for him.
Damn, since when did I not allow him in?
Immediately, Zhu Xi’s gaze fell on the other waiters.
“Do you guys not want to work here anymore?
Why didn’t you let this young brother in, a bunch of scoundrels.” Zhu Xi said, hastily walking out and speaking ingratiatingly, “Young brother, don’t take it to heart with them.
They don’t recognize you, and besides, today’s event is very important.
How come you didn’t call me when you arrived?”
Zhang Fan looked at Zhu Xi, so cunning and shrewd, and his temper disappeared instantly.
It’s hard to hit someone who’s smiling at you, especially someone who is shamelessly sucking up.
It’s difficult to lay a hand on him.
“Come in quickly, it’s chilly outside.
Don’t catch a cold,” Zhu Xi said, pulling Zhang Fan by the hand and dragging him into the hotel.
“Who the hell is this kid, fuck?
I never saw Zhu Xi look when I came in.
Fucking hell, isn’t he some young master trying to show off by dressing ?”
A crowd stared at Zhang Fan, who was dressed very ordinarily, their eyes filled with disbelief.
No way did he look like some rich young master!
As soon as Zhang Fan saw the table full of delicious dishes, his mouth started watering uncontrollably.
Apparently, he hadn’t eaten lunch yet?
Zhang Fan directly walked toward a table at the corner.
“You guys, go serve that table, and be quick.
Take good care of this young brother,” Zhu Xi whispered to a few waiters.
“Brother, slow down!” Zhang Xiaoyuan hurriedly said, especially observing Zhang Fan’s gleaming eyes, her face flushing red.
“Dad, don’t just stand there, we came here to eat, not to watch a play.
Let’s eat our fill first,” Zhang Fan said, and started digging in.
Zhang Dongyang had a line of black lines across his forehead.
Damn, the foodie started eating, and now nobody could stop him.
Immediately after, Zhang Dongyang turned around and walked to another table, as he couldn’t bear to imagine Zhang Fan’s appetite.
Three minutes later, Zhang Fan looked at a waiter nearby, then beckoned him over.
“Brother, serve the dishes,” he said.
The waiter, with a line of black on his head, looked at the now empty table of food and immediately ran to the kitchen.
The group at the hotel was shocked.
Fuck, how many days has this guy been hungry?
Damn, it hasn’t been long, and he cleared an entire table of food?
They all doubted whether Zhu Xi had recognized the wrong person.
No matter how you looked at it, this guy seemed like a foodie.
Zhang Xiaoyuan, feeling the eyes around her, also blushed.
“Who cares what they’re doing, we’re here to eat,” Zhang Fan said earnestly, placing a piece of lobster meat into Zhang Xiaoyuan’s bowl, then continued devouring his meal like a whirlwind.
“Damn, this kid can really eat a lot.”
Half an hour had passed, and everyone, whether they had just arrived or had been staying at the hotel, was terrified by Zhang Fan’s imposing belly.
“Half an hour, my god, this kid ate from twelve tables.”
Even Zhu Xi was staring at Zhang Fan with a cold sweat running down his forehead.
“Yo, Brother Zhang Fan, what’s going on here?
Why is the atmosphere so weird?” As soon as Ouyang Feng walked into the hotel, he noticed everyone’s eyes were fixated on Zhang Fan.
This guy really couldn’t stay out of trouble, breaking the world record in fifteen seconds.
He was really regretting not having witnessed it.
Although many people privately speculated that Zhang Fan’s speed was exaggerated, he didn’t think so.
He had even confirmed it with Xiong Lin, and it was true.
Damn, you can’t play , man.
This is how you lose friends.
Holding his wine glass, Zhang Fan left the dining table and looking at Ouyang Feng, he couldn’t help but tease, “Ouyang, my friend, tsk tsk tsk, you haven’t forgotten about the dress-up thing, have you?”
Ouyang Feng froze on the spot, his heart wailing.
But he maintained a calm facade and slowly said, “Dress-up, what dress-up!”
Zhang Fan laughed, “So you’ve decided to ditch your pride, huh?”
Ouyang Feng gave a deep chuckle, “Pride, what’s that?
Joking aside, if he really honored the bet with Zhang Fan, he’d probably get killed by his old man once he got home.
Pride, what’s that worth, anyway?
Nobody else would know.
“Why haven’t Aunt Qin and the others arrived yet?” Ouyang Feng, not wanting to continue discussing the dress-up issue with Zhang Fan, quickly changed the subject.
“They should be here soon.” Zhang Fan took a sip of red wine, his eyes roaming the lobby.
Soon, he spotted the black rose who had been teasing him earlier.
“Ouyang, my friend, who is that woman?” Zhang Fan asked.
“Who?” Ouyang Feng asked.
“The woman in the black cheongsam,” Zhang Fan replied.
Ouyang Feng chuckled softly, then, with a playful smile, he asked, “What, you like her?
Tsk tsk tsk, she’s famously jinxed, you know.
I’m telling you, don’t mess with her.
Both of her fiancés died during their engagements.”
“That sinister?” Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
“Yeah, and both were accidents, not homicide.
One guy got smashed by a chandelier at his engagement party, and the other was hit by a truck on his way there,” Ouyang Feng explained.
“Tsk tsk tsk, no wonder she’s so provocative,” Zhang Fan muttered wryly, now understanding the situation.
“Kid, I’m not done with you.”
A voice of outraged indignation rang out.
Suddenly, everyone’s gaze turned towards the entrance.
“Yo, Yi Bing,” Ouyang Feng’s lips curled in a mocking grin.
Then, turning back to Zhang Fan, he asked, “What did you do to him?”
Zhang Fan shrugged, “He was harassing my sister, so I kicked him a couple of times.”
“Ha ha ha, that guy really doesn’t change—always so lecherous.
A year ago, he harassed my sister and almost got his third leg disabled; the fool doesn’t learn,” Ouyang Feng joked.
“Oh wow, Ouyang, you have a sister too?
When are you going to introduce us?” Zhang Fan teased.
My sister has quite the intense taste, you sure you want to try?” Ouyang Feng chuckled darkly.
“Intense taste is fine, just tell me if she’s pretty or not,” Zhang Fan joked.
“Kid, I’m talking to you, do you hear me?” Yi Bing stared at Zhang Fan, who clearly didn’t take him seriously, furious.