Chapter 2219 【2219】Special Trip to Deliver Meals
Hearing his notice, a group of people looked back and saw a familiar figure appearing on the road.
"Doctor Tao, have you bought dinner for them?" Wei Tianlang called out.
Tao Zhijie had just arrived, and after receiving these words, he showed an inscrutable smile: "It should not be me, but Xiao Song. I saw Xiao Song's car."
Then a taxi drove up in front of the crowd, and Song Xuelin got out from the back seat, as usual, with a brown literary briefcase on his shoulder. Behind the taxi he was sitting in came a silver van, painted with the hotel's logo Xingyue, and turned into the community according to the directions.
"Go upstairs to eat, it's cold." Cao Yong said to everyone.
The weather was quite cold, and the north wind was blowing, making people shiver. But everyone was having a good time together, no one felt cold, only felt hot all over. A group of people talked and laughed and walked upstairs.
The hotel staff who brought the dinner filled a large table with delicious dishes.
The aroma of the food triggered the saliva of the diners around the table wanting to eat. Those who had dinner were also reluctant to leave, and couldn't help following their greedy mouth. No one can resist the delicacy, people are food-oriented.
Wei Tianlang was rude, pulled a chair and squeezed it in the middle, and said frankly: "I want to taste this. I have never stayed in Xingyue before, and I have never eaten his food. I just remember that everyone said their food is delicious. The kitchen is benchmarked against the international seven-star standard."
Xingyue Hotel is a well-known five-star hotel in the capital. It may be that the source of customers is sufficient and the business volume is sufficient, and the family is not bad at making money, so there is no need to do external dining business. The hotel kitchen is only responsible for entertaining the hotel guests, so people who have never stayed in Xingyue have been coveting the legendary delicacies of this hotel for a long time.
According to the rumors, as Wei Tianlang called it, Xingyue's chef's cooking skills are top-notch, among the best in the hotels in the capital circle.
"You said, could he be the son of a hotel tycoon?" He Xiangyu stuck to the ear of the elder sister Liu Jingyun, alluding to Song Xuelin who was sitting there to make a bold guess.
Liu Jingyun tilted her head and thought, indeed, if Xingyue can be specially sent to deliver food, this person definitely has a good relationship with Xingyue. The news that Song Xuelin is the rich second generation is not surprising, everyone has heard about it. What is surprising is that Song Xuelin can get Xingyue to deliver food.
"Thank you, Doctor Song." Wei Tianlang said to Song Xuelin on behalf of a large group of people who wanted to try delicious food.
"You're welcome." Song Xuelin spit out these three words lightly, and suddenly turned his face towards Xie Wanying's direction, and asked, "Doctor Xie, do you think the dishes I ordered suit your taste?"
Xie Wanying was stunned for a full two seconds: Doctor Song, did you come here specially to bring me food?
Of course it is. Song Xuelin's chin clicked.
Dr. Xie is usually most concerned about whether he has eaten or not. What happened tonight, he thinks that Dr. Xie is very powerful, and he doesn't need to take action, but he probably forgot to eat like him, so he returned the favor by delivering food.
Xie Wanying: Dr. Song, your wife...you're being polite.
At most, she treated the other party to KFC with noodle soup, and they sent meals worth thousands of dollars at a time.
You're welcome, small meal tips add up to a lot. Song Xuelin's eyes indicated that he was no worse than her in counting rounds.
Xie Wanying turned around: Accepted. On two-dimensional arithmetic, Doctor Song is better than her.
"Eat." Opposite Huang Zhilei waved his chopsticks to his little junior sister and said that there is no need to be polite with this Song cat. Normally, Junior Sister treats Song Mao very well, Song Mao should give a meal.