Alvin stopped by to greet the chefs the Waldorf Hotel had sent to put on the massive buffet before lunch began.
A middle-aged manager from the Waldorf Hotel faced the ever-polite Alvin. The beautiful woman in her forties grabbed him for a photo like an excited fan, then warmly invited him to stay at the hotel for a few days whenever he had time...
The Waldorf Hotel had arranged all the buffet carts and dining stations packed along the playground track.
The people and food were all sponsored by the Waldorf Hotel free of charge, but Alvin still felt he ought to thank them.
The Waldorf Hotel always kept a presidential suite open for him and regularly sponsored the school's celebrations. Whatever their reasons for doing it, Alvin knew they were doing him a favor, and he had to acknowledge it!
When Old Cage, unable to wait any longer, charged onto the speaker's platform and announced, "Food's ready," the whole playground descended into chaos...
Little Ginny dragged Little Harry over to Alvin. Wiping the sweat from her little face, she shouted, "Dad, come help me! The fried chicken's almost gone..."
As she spoke, Little Ginny grabbed Alvin's hand and ran toward the thickest part of the crowd, shouting, "Dad, hurry, hurry..."
Alvin rolled his eyes as Little Ginny tugged him along at a jog, leading him to a food truck surrounded by a sea of people.
Alvin hoisted Little Ginny onto his shoulders, took Little Harry's hand—his face full of curiosity—and stood beside a buffet cart with "dismal" business.
The chef in the tall hat from the Waldorf Hotel gave him a strange look. Alvin glanced at the exquisite sushi on the cart, picked up a piece, popped it into his mouth, and gave the chef a thumbs-up. Then he