the other side.
Ye Wangchuan got out of the car to help her open the door. From a distance he saw the back of Bo Jingxing who had escorted her out. He raised his eyebrows and looked away.
His eyelashes drooped as his gaze fell on Qiao Nian who was bending over to get into the car. He extended his hand to block the door frame above her head. It was a casual movement, but he did it very naturally.
Ye Wangchuan waited for Qiao Nian to sit down before speaking to the people inside.
"We'll leave at 3 pm. Is that enough time?"
"Hmm?" Qiao Nian fastened her seat belt, turned her head, and asked him with a frown, "What time is it now?"
Ye Wangchuan checked the time: "11 o'clock."
Qiao Nian propped up her chin with her hand and squinted her eyes lazily: "There are still 4 hours left... that's enough. I don't have anything to bring, so an hour is enough."
Ye Wangchuan walked to the other side and got in the car. He fastened his seat belt in front of her, then tilted his head to look at her with a gentle smile: "Then... do you want to have lunch with grandpa at noon?"
"???" Qiao Nian's expression clearly said, why didn't you tell me you wanted to eat before...
Ye Wangchuan seemed to understand.
"He called half an hour ago and said he missed you." He shrugged his shoulders, his handsome face more innocent than anyone else: "I wanted to tell you in advance, it's not too late."
Qiao Nian: “…” Do you think I believe you
Ye Wangchuan curled his lips, didn't force it, put his hands on the reverse plate, his finger bones were clearly visible and beautiful: "Are you going? If not, I'll go back to him."
Qiao Nian thought about it, rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Go!"
…
40 minutes later.
The Mercedes-Benz G-Class did a beautiful drift and stopped in front of the Xi Palace.
The private dishes here are very distinctive, with rich dishes and exquisite plating. There are also special performances in the private rooms.
Ye Maoshan was not interested in the Xi Palace singing and dancing performances that were circulating on the Internet, but he mainly liked the taste of the food cooked by this chef.
Like Guanlan, this restaurant is notoriously difficult to book in Beijing. But Xigong is a little different from Guanlan.
Guanlan is located on Chang'an Avenue and only serves a small group of customers. It seems that it is open for business, but not everyone is qualified to step through their threshold.
The Xi Palace has done much better in this regard.
The Xi Palace is located near the Lama Temple. Its architectural style imitates that of the Tang Dynasty. The palace is brightly lit at night, giving off a sense of decadence and extravagance.
The reason why the performances in its private rooms have been spread online and become so famous is that they are actually divided into two parts.
In an area divided into two.
One part of it is open to everyone. As long as you have money and make an appointment in advance, you can come in to consume and take photos and check in.
There is another part on the top floor, which is different from the open area. It is more of a Guanlan style and is an area specially reserved for a group of people at the top of the Beijing pyramid.
No reservations are required here, and seats are reserved based on guest status.
This is not a place that anyone with money can order.
It’s about the quality.
The upper and lower private rooms look similar from the outside and are the same size, but they are different in every way, from the details of the decoration and chairs to the decorative murals and screens that can be distinguished at a glance.
When Qiao Nian arrived, Mr. Ye and the others had not arrived yet.
She went to the private room and put down her bag. The air conditioner was turned on high and it was a bit stuffy, so she said something to the person inside.
"I'm going to the bathroom."
"good."
Ye Wangchuan saw her go out, and the waiter came in and handed over the menu. He ordered the dishes first, and then waited for Grandpa Ye and the others to eat.
Outside.
As Qiao Nian walked, he held a mint stick in his hand and placed it on the tip of his nose to refresh himself, preparing to go to the bathroom to take a cold shower to sober up.