Her Cultivation Diary

Chapter 844: 834. How to Order Dishes [Lots of Bullet-screen Comments]

At the front desk, there’s a middle-aged man standing there wiping the sweat off his forehead and then he says: “Hello, I’d like to order some dishes!”

The receptionist smiles, but for some reason, there’s a hint of helplessness in the smile: “Guest, our restaurant isn’t open for business yet…”

After all, it’s not even ten in the morning yet. Unless there’s a banquet, it’s unlikely for the restaurant to open this early.

The tea room upstairs is open, but it’s fully booked, so there’s no point in mentioning it again.

“I know, I know…” The other party also starts to laugh: “Look, we’re familiar with each other now, no need for formalities—serve me a dish of amaranth in red soup at one o’clock in the afternoon!”

Then he scans the QR code to pay adeptly: “Look, I’ve paid, I know it’s 288!”

The receptionist can’t help but retort: “You could have waited until one o’clock to order, this is far too early…” It’s almost like making a reservation, but the small tables in the lobby don’t offer reservations!

The middle-aged man has paid and is relieved, and now he retorts: “Can you blame me? I finished work and was afraid parking would delay me, so I rode a shared bike here—look, I haven’t even returned it yet outside!”

“I’m just afraid I’ll be late and there won’t be any food left, clearly you guys are doing hunger marketing, forcing us regulars!”

Speaking of hunger marketing, the receptionist has had an earful in recent days, and says with grievance: “We’re really not doing marketing, it’s just that the supplier only provides so much…”

“I know, I know,” the middle-aged man waves his hand dismissively: “I’m just saying! To have such a special supply is already good, I’m content… Ay, no wonder running a business is not as good as being an official, the treatment is different.”