A Simple Task

The dishes began arriving one after another.

In the end, they were ordinary dishes. No one had used the marrow from a hundred black-boned chickens' legs to make bamboo shoots, or stuffed minced meat into bean sprouts. There were no rare delicacies on the brink of extinction that you couldn't get elsewhere, either. At most, the ingredients were a little better than those used in home cooking, the preparation a little more careful, and the presentation a little prettier.

The food tasted decent, somewhere above average.

At places like this, as long as you weren't hosting a banquet for dozens of tables, a private room and a few stir-fried dishes ordered à la carte might not guarantee anything delicious, but the food probably wouldn't be bad.

Chen Shu ate every last bite. He even poured the broth from the seafood-braised tofu over his rice and finished the Blueberry Osmanthus Brew. Wiping his mouth, he said to President Ning, "Come on, I'll go check out the upstairs with you. A walk after dinner will help us digest."

"Mm."

President Ning got up and paid the bill.

The two headed upstairs, one behind the other. When a server heard that they wanted to discuss business here, she enthusiastically showed them around and explained everything.

Qingqing and Xiaoxiao stayed in the private dining room.

The second floor was a teahouse and game room.

The third floor held conference rooms.

The fourth floor had billiards and other indoor activities.

The fifth and sixth floors offered saunas, baths, massages, and lodging.

The seventh, eighth, and ninth floors offered ordinary guest rooms open to the public. Rooms could be booked through all the major apps.

President Ning had wanted to turn back after the fourth floor. He had little interest in what lay above, but Chen