Almighty in the city

With a simple sentence, Manager Cao's forehead was a little sweaty.

Bai Yifan saw in his eyes, although he was interested in the boss behind the Yuquan Palace Hotel, he did not intend to continue to ask. The casual question just now was just a casual question on a whim. He started to know the boss behind the Yuquan Palace.

However, he was not going to ask any more questions, but Aaron, who was sitting across from him, seemed to be aroused by Manager Cao's reaction.

Looking at Manager Cao, whose muscles couldn’t help but twitching, Aaron put down the menu in his hand, leaned on the table with his hands crossed, and said with a smile on his face: “I know that many people here in China do. The principle of'high-profile work, low-key life' is just a name, I don’t think it needs to be hidden."

"" Manager Cao's waist seemed to be bent lower, and his back became more and more obvious, but his lips did not move, but there was no sound from his mouth.

It seems that the name taboo of the big boss of Yuquan Palace Hotel seems to be a taboo that must not be easily declared for managers like them.

Bai Yifan's face was as usual at this time. After saying that he was just "asking casually", he didn't continue to ask questions. Instead, he flipped through the menu in his hand and ordered the dishes very casually.

From the picture, you can see that this "court dish" of the Yuquan Palace Hotel was thoughtful.

At least Bai Yifan knows the so-called "court cuisine" here. He must have invited the former imperial chefs or descendants of these imperial chefs. Because of similar dishes, he had eaten them once at Ye's family. According to Ye Jiaoyang, that was the most The authentic "court dishes", even in the Forbidden City during the Ming and Qing Dynasties, only members of the direct bloodline of the royal family were eligible to enjoy it.

"Weeds and flowers by the Suzaku Bridge, the setting sun is slanting at the entrance of Wuyi Alley. In the old days, Wang Xietang's swallows flew into the homes of ordinary people." Seeing the exquisite dishes on this menu, Bai Yifan couldn't help but shook his head and chuckled, subconsciously spit out a song. He traveled through an ancient poem that was very popular in the world.

Although this Yuquan Palace Hotel cannot be said to be a "people's home", it is close to this one, compared to the luxurious decorations that can only be seen in the Forbidden City before, and only the direct blood of the royal family can enjoy these delicacies. The kind of artistic conception that ancient poems wanted to express.

"Young Master Bai, what are you whispering about--" Although Aaron can speak Huaxia, he is a bit embarrassing about Huaxia's cultural heritage. Although he has heard this ancient poem, he has listened to it. In the mist.

At this moment, Manager Cao had already changed his complexion drastically. He was looking at Bai Yifan with horror. It seemed that the ancient poem that he had just read casually was hitting his vitals.

Seeing Manager Cao's reaction like this, Aaron couldn't help becoming more interested: "Young Master Bai, don't you recognize the boss here, do you?"

"I don't know." Bai Yifan shrugged and said lightly, "This is the first time I have come to this Yuquan Palace Hotel. How can I know the boss behind this place."

"That—" Aaron suddenly looked at Manager Cao with a weird look.

In his opinion, since Bai Yifan did not know the boss of Manager Cao, how could Manager Cao look at Bai Yifan with such a look and expression at this time——

This is totally unreasonable.

Manager Cao felt the increased pressure in Aaron’s gaze, and suddenly became a little at a loss. He was wondering if he wanted to say the boss’s name, but when there was a pleasant ringing of the phone, It happened to come out of the lining pocket of his suit.

"Excuse me—" Manager Cao quickly apologized to the two of them. He stepped back a few steps and quickly took out his mobile phone from his jacket pocket. When he looked at the caller ID number on the screen, it had become nervous. Some pale complexion suddenly returned to normal.

"Boss." After answering the call, Manager Cao spoke respectfully, his voice slightly lowered by him.

However, this "boss" naturally failed to escape Bai Yifan and Aaron's ears.

Bai Yifan still ordered the dishes unhurriedly, seemingly not interested in this call that happened to be on Manager Cao's phone.

On the other hand, Aaron was on the contrary, a pair of interested eyes had already stared at Manager Cao with a smile.

"The grievances between Feng Xuebin and that'Young Bai' have been investigated." A somewhat young male voice came from Manager Cao's cell phone. "This is their business, as long as Feng Xuebin Don't mess with things in Yuquan Palace, just let him go."

"Yes, I know the boss." Manager Cao nodded respectfully.

"As for Mr. Aaron, do your best to serve him. This person may be helpful to me in the future." The young male voice continued on the phone, "No matter what he asks, you try to Satisfy him."

"This—" Manager Cao hesitated for a moment, glanced secretly in Aaron's direction, and then lowered his voice a bit, "Boss, this Mr. Aaron seems to be very interested in you. Besides, his The'Young Bai' who was invited by Tsituo Feng Xuebin to bring in seems to have somewhat guessed your identity."

"Oh?" There was a slight surprised voice from the phone, "You said that'Young Master Bai', already guessed my identity?"

"Yes." Manager Cao took the phone and backed away a few steps, until he felt that Bai Yifan and Aaron were far enough away, and then said in a thin voice, "Boss, that'Young White' Just after reading the menu, I read a poem casually—"

At the moment, he repeated the song "Wuyi Lane" that Bai Yifan had just subconsciously blurted out verbatim. At the end, he asked in a low voice: "Boss, Mr. Aaron has been asking me about your name just now, you Look--"

"It's okay to tell them." There was a faint laughter from the phone, and there was a sense of pride and pride in the laughter. "Anyway, I will let them know sooner or later, and in the upper circles of these four or nine cities, my name, It’s no secret anymore."