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The waiter in the lobby approached with a beaming smile upon seeing Qing Han Qing. "Sister Qing, right? Our general manager instructed us to arrange the golden VIP room for you today. Please follow me!"
Qing Han Qing smiled faintly, exuding an air of nobility with every movement. Beside her, Lin Xiujuan and Li Jiuyue were accustomed to such scenes, but Shen Qingyou, although pretending to be serious on the surface, felt a bit flustered inside. This was her first time entering such a high-end restaurant. Thinking back to when Yuan Mufang took her to a Western restaurant once, she had been thrilled. What was that man doing now? Shen Qingyou shook off the chaotic thoughts in her mind as they slowly walked up to the top floor of Quanjude. The so-called golden VIP room turned out to be an open space, a sea of roses creating a dreamlike atmosphere. The gentle sounds seemed like the song of nightingales, transporting them into a fantastical world. The evening breeze wafted through, carrying the fragrance of flowers. In this bustling city, there was such a pastoral-like venue. Shen Qingyou instinctively walked to the iron railing and touched the roses behind her; the thorns pricked her fingers.
"Sister Qing, this is the menu specially prepared for you by our kitchen. Are you satisfied?"
The waiter respectfully handed the menu to Qing Han Qing, who glanced at it and nodded slightly. "Let's skip the Australian lobster; I'm tired of it."
"Sister Qing, we just received a Snow Eel today. Would you like to try it?"
Qing Han Qing hesitated for a few seconds before nodding. The waiter immediately beamed with joy as if Qing Han Qing's decision to eat the Snow Eel had granted them great favor.
"Come on, let's have some aperitif first!"
Qing Han Qing raised her glass and closed her eyes while inhaling its aroma. A fresh fruity scent wafted towards her. "Xiujuan, do you know what year this red wine is from?"
"Han Sister, my knowledge of red wine doesn't compare to your expertise; I just know it should be from around '88!"
Qing Han Qing nodded slightly and then turned to Shen Qingyou. "Serene, what do you think?"
Shen Qingyou imitated them by bringing the glass to her nose but felt embarrassed; aside from the fermented grape scent, she couldn't detect anything else. Guessing the vintage? Even if she finished the bottle, she would still think it tasted similar to what was sold in supermarkets. Watching the smug expressions on the faces of the two women in front of her, her eyes flickered as she suddenly noticed a string of numbers and slowly said, "It's from '82, Rafael!"
Qing Han Qing's eyes lit up with surprise. "I didn't expect you to have quite an understanding of red wine too, Serene!"
In their eyes, tasting fine red wine was a noble enjoyment. Only after sampling those priceless high-quality red wines could one judge their vintage from various aspects such as taste and color. Unexpectedly, this woman, Shen Qingyou, who came from such a background, had such an understanding of red wine!
Then, Shen Qingyou smiled lightly and pointed at the wine bottle. "Isn't the vintage marked on this bottle?"
These rich people were truly strange; clearly, the answer could be seen at a glance, yet they insisted on pretending to be profound. This so-called red wine that had been inflated to hundreds of thousands seemed no different to her than a bottle sold for a dozen bucks in the supermarket.
She was just an ordinary person; no matter how she tried to act, she couldn't appear elegant, just like an old cucumber that couldn't look tender no matter how much green paint was applied.
A hint of embarrassment flashed across Qing Han Qing's face. If it weren't for the wonderful music playing in the background and the fragrant atmosphere, it would have been even more awkward.
"Sister Han, let me tell you a funny story about our company. A few days ago, a male colleague of ours went on a blind date introduced by a distant relative. The girl was from the countryside. When they met, my colleague was not satisfied. His distant relative asked him how it went, but he felt embarrassed to refuse in front of the girl. So he asked her if she had just come from the fields. The girl looked surprised and asked how he knew. My colleague replied, 'Because you look rustic!'"
"Wow!"
After hearing this, Qing Han Qing chuckled while Lin Xiujuan also wore a smile. Only Shen Qingyou thought this was too obvious; mocking her as a bumpkin? She thought they looked more like the pet dogs held by wealthy ladies...
Once Qing Han Qing finished laughing, Shen Qingyou slowly said, "Since everyone is so happy, let me tell you a joke as well. How about some entertainment before dinner?"
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