Big Shot's Sweetheart Shocked the World Again!-Chapter 700: The Rhythm that Empties the Western Restaurant!
The unique intuition of women made the socialites want to put down their knives and forks, lift the delicate napkin from their laps, and go downstairs to chase the fresh scent of vegetables they smelled!
However, out of respect for Gu Shiyin, the host, the gentlemen ambassadors present, and the Western etiquette they had been taught, everyone held back and did not rush out with the straightforward Miss Zhou.
But their hearts had already flown away.
For a moment, no one used their forks to pick up snails or foie gras!
This made Fang Yumei quite anxious. As a chef, she couldn’t constantly encourage them to eat, so she desperately signaled Gu Shiyin with her eyes, hoping she would speak up.
Gu Shiyin nodded and said softly, "Ladies, earlier the ambassador praised this foie gras, saying it was fresh but not fishy, tender but not dissolving, rich but not greasy. He said there was no difference between it and the authentic French cuisine he tasted in the French Palace, or even that it was better. Why not taste the same dish as the ambassador..."
She was gently urging everyone to eat.
Suddenly, there was a commotion downstairs.
"What’s going on? Is there a dispute because of too many people in line?" Someone looked down curiously and was surprised, "Oh my God, the people originally in line at our restaurant are rushing... to the restaurant across the street? The one Miss Zhou went to? What’s going on?"
Everyone couldn’t help but turn to look back. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, they could see that the queue outside reaching the elevator entrance was now like a long snake tail, everyone scrambling to switch lines to the other restaurant.
Even those who had waited for hours and finally got a number were waving away their numbers with the receptionist, joining the crowd heading to the other restaurant.
The worst part was that guests who had already settled in on the first floor of Famo Mansion were restless, with many putting down their forks and, despite the tempting foie gras steaks on the table, joining the others to check out the new restaurant.
This was going to empty the Western restaurant!
"Why is the restaurant across the street so attractive? But I’ve never heard of its name, and it’s not famous. ’Practical Jian’ - these three words are too plain," a socialite sighed.
Someone immediately replied, "No need for fancy names, as long as the food is good. Wait, could ’Practical Jian’ be the restaurant with the vegetable aroma?"
"That’s the Chinese restaurant I just saw Miss Zhou enter!"
As they spoke, everyone couldn’t help but swallow their saliva.
Ah, they really wanted to go.
They couldn’t be bothered with Miss Gu’s face anymore.
Soon, another group of three to five socialites left together.
Gu Shiyin’s expression was a bit strained, trying hard to maintain her smile as she continued to entertain everyone. However, before she could utter her dish-persuasion lines, Ambassador Alexander stood up:
"Miss Gu, my friend just informed me that opposite there’s the 108 Banquet I’ve been searching for many years — it’s your Empire’s very traditional banquet menu. I would like to witness it and beg your leave for a while. Thank you, thank you."
Gu Shiyin was almost suffocated: Why are you, a foreigner, stirring up excitement?!
As soon as Alexander spoke, the other socialites felt no burden, each eagerly following the ambassador downstairs, under the pretense of taking care of the ambassador and acting as Chinese cuisine translators for him.
In fact, this term "108 Banquet" was the first time any of them had ever heard it.
Many in upscale society consider Western dining to be elegant, proud of foreign lifestyles, and truly clueless about the Empire’s traditional culture.
To be honest, at this moment, most of the socialites were acting on instinct, rushing off eagerly drawn by the vegetable aroma!
