What a Lousy Show

"Then how can I become a platinum member of your restaurant?" Shu Jing frowned slightly. This was actually her first time in this restaurant, which had not been open for long. She had only heard that it was very different and of a high standard. Tonight was a very special day for her. She had originally planned to go to the Emperor Hotel, but now she couldn't go there, so she wanted to choose a high-end restaurant, so she came here.

"Ms. Shu, you have to consume in our restaurant at least ten times to become a platinum member of our restaurant." The middle-aged man replied.

Consume ten times?

Shu Jing muttered to herself, this is not an ordinary restaurant, every consumption here is absolutely astronomical, it would be impossible to consume here ten times without a few years, but this restaurant seems to have been open for less than a month.

"Then there is no other possibility to become a platinum member?" Shu Jing thought for a while and asked again.

"It's not impossible. If the guest is of particularly distinguished status, we will give special consideration to him." The middle-aged man replied.

"What does it mean to have a particularly distinguished status? Is it about being rich or powerful?" Shu Jing asked directly. After all, there is no essential difference between this restaurant and other restaurants. Guests with different identities will still receive different treatments.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Ms. Shu, for us, a noble status is not as simple as money or power. As for the specific standards, I'm sorry, I can't disclose them."

"Jingjing, my wife, stop talking nonsense with this guy." Xia Tian was a little impatient listening to him. He looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Hey, tell that Luo and Ma guys, if they know what's best for them, they should come over and cook dinner for my wife. Otherwise, I will tear down your restaurant!"

"Sir, please don't be angry. This is the rule of our restaurant. When you come to our restaurant, you should abide by our rules. If you don't want to, we won't force you to eat here." The middle-aged man was not angry and answered in a tone that was neither soft nor hard.

"My words are the rules, and I never have to follow other people's rules." Xia Tian glared at the middle-aged man unhappily, "I'm warning you for the last time, hurry up and tell those two chefs to get out of here. If they don't cook for my wife tonight, they won't have to cook for the rest of their lives!"

"Forget it, stop making a fuss. We're just here to eat. The chefs here are all very good, and we don't have to ask them to cook for us." Shu Jing pulled Xia Tian and gently advised, "I just want to be happy tonight and don't want to make things unhappy."

"Jingjing, my dear, this crappy restaurant has already made us unhappy." Xia Tian said dissatisfiedly, "It's just a few chefs. Why are they putting on airs in front of me? I must have those two guys cook for us tonight!"

"Sir, I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed tonight. In fact, Mr. Luo has been invited by Mr. Song from the Song family in Beijing to cook for one of his guests. So, even if you are a platinum member, Mr. Luo can't spare the time to entertain you." The middle-aged man still didn't get angry, but his words clearly told Xia Tian: Don't be so arrogant, kid, we know someone from the Song family in Beijing!

"Song family? Song Jinping, right?" Xia Tian snorted, "Do you think I'm afraid of you just because you moved into the Song family? Forget it, Jingjing, my wife, let's not eat here. I'll tear this place down!"

Xia Tian pulled Shu Jing and wanted to get up, and then he looked like he was going to tear down the restaurant.

"Forget it, it's just a dinner." Shu Jing pulled Xia Tian. She really didn't want to cause any trouble. Just like she said just now, she hoped to be happy tonight. She hoped that after tonight, all she would remember would be good memories. She didn't want to remember only unhappy things when she thought of this night in the future.

After a pause, Shu Jing said softly to Xia Tian: "Don't talk, let me talk to him."

Without giving Xia Tian a chance to speak, Shu Jing turned to look at the middle-aged man and said, "I don't want to embarrass you, but my husband has a bad temper. You said that Mr. Luo is entertaining guests at the Song family. That is to say, according to your standards, the people of the Song family in Beijing can be regarded as distinguished guests. I believe that although my husband is not from a big family, his status is not lower than theirs. Maybe you don't know who my husband is now, but I believe you should have heard of his name. His name is Xia Tian, ​​the Xia of spring, summer, autumn and winter, the number one sky in the world..."

Before Shu Jing finished speaking, the middle-aged man's face changed drastically. He looked at Xia Tian and instantly became panicked: "You, you are Mr. Xia Tian?"

"Nonsense, of course I am Xia Tian. Do you think anyone dares to impersonate me?" Xia Tian said unhappily.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I really didn't know it was you!" The middle-aged man said hurriedly, "Mr. Xia, Ms. Shu, please take a seat. I'll notify Mr. Luo and Mr. Ma first, they will definitely be here soon!"

"That's better." Xia Tian finally felt a little better and sat down with Shu Jing again.

The middle-aged man left in a hurry. Less than a minute later, a handsome man in his thirties appeared in the private room, followed by the middle-aged man.

"Mr. Xia, Miss Shu, I'm sorry to have neglected you. I'm Ma Qiufu. Chef Luo is on his way back. Please let me prepare Western food for you for the time being. What do you think?" The handsome man said respectfully.

"Okay, that's it, you guys go and get ready." Shu Jing quickly agreed. In Shu Jing's opinion, this result was already very good.

Xia Tian didn't say anything else. After all, for him, the most important thing tonight was not the meal, but the activities after the meal.

At the same time, at the Song family, Song Jinping had a helpless expression on his face.

Song Jinping was sitting at the dining table at this moment. Besides his wife, there was also a woman wearing ancient costume who looked like a fairy. This woman was his niece, Song Yumei.

Although Song Yumei is Song Jinping's niece, Song Jinping is very clear that in terms of identity and status in the Song family, Song Yumei is far higher than him. After all, Song Yumei is the current head of the Song family. It is no exaggeration to say that she has the power of life and death in the Song family. She does have this power.

It was also because of this that after Song Yumei came to Jianghai, Song Jinping entertained her very wholeheartedly. Tonight, he even invited Mr. Luo, the head chef of the Rome restaurant, to cook specially for Song Yumei.

Song Jinping was quite satisfied with the first half of the dinner, because he could see that Song Yumei was quite satisfied with the dishes made by Mr. Luo. However, halfway through the dinner, something happened that made him laugh and cry. Mr. Luo received a phone call and then ran away in a hurry without even an explanation.

"Yumei, I'm so sorry. I don't know what urgent matter happened to Chef Luo, and he suddenly ran away. How about we go out and find a place to eat? Or, let your aunt cook for you and make two side dishes?" Song Jinping looked apologetic. He didn't have time to find out the reason at the moment. He had to comfort Song Yumei first.

"Uncle, it's okay. Actually, I'm full. It's just that Mr. Luo's dishes are delicious, so I kept eating. It doesn't matter if he left. It's not your fault. Don't worry about it." Song Yumei smiled faintly. "There are still dishes on the table. You and aunt haven't eaten much. Eat something now. Mr. Luo is really a good chef."

Song Jinping breathed a sigh of relief. He could see that Song Yumei was not angry, which comforted him a little. His niece was easier to talk to. If it was the other Song Yumei from the past, he would probably be in big trouble.

Song Jinping's cell phone suddenly rang. He quickly took it out and answered the call. Then he got angry and said, "What the hell are you doing...what?"

After a while, Song Jinping hung up the phone and looked at Song Yumei strangely: "Yumei, Mr. Luo called and said that Xia Tian was in his restaurant and asked him to cook, so he hurried back."

"Uncle, I heard it too." Song Yumei showed a rather gentle smile on her lips, but Song Jinping knew very well that this tenderness was definitely not for him, her uncle, but for Xia Tian. Now everyone in the Song family knew that Song Yumei had really fallen in love with Xia Tian, ​​and this made many people feel entangled, because many people in the Song family still could not accept this fact.

Song Jinping sighed softly, "Now that the Yuan family has fallen, in Jianghai City, only our Song family from the capital still resides here. However, at least in Jianghai City, the weight of my words is far less than that of Xia Tian. When I say something, many people will pretend to obey but secretly disobey, but no one dares not to do what Xia Tian says. His influence in Jianghai City is far greater than that in the capital!"

"Even if he is in the capital now, few people dare not do what he says." Song Yumei smiled slightly, "But, uncle, you don't have to worry about this. He won't come to argue with you. Besides, we are also family. If he really does something to embarrass you, just tell me and I will discuss it with him."

Song Jinping nodded slightly: "I understand this. Actually, Xia Tian is fine in other aspects, but, hey, he's not very loyal to you..."

"If he was really devoted, he wouldn't have known me at all." Song Yumei shook her head. "If he didn't know me, I wouldn't have achieved what I have now. Uncle, there is always gain and loss. You must understand this truth."

Song Jinping nodded: "I understand, but, Yumei, I'm still a little worried. Are you going to the young lady's place with Xia Tian this time? I'm afraid the young lady may not be so tolerant of your relationship with Xia Tian..."

Song Jinping stopped here. He believed that Song Yumei understood what he meant.