The modern me and the Republic of China her

Chapter 552

"Presumptuous, dare to talk back, I will show some color!"

The officer's face was straight, and after he shouted, he punched and kicked Master Luo to kneel on the spot.

Another dim sum chef was opening the oven to pick up the baked cakes. He was frightened, his legs and feet became weak, and he accidentally knocked over the baking tray, burning his hand on the spot, and let out an uncontrollable scream.

"Sir, if you have something to say, please speak up. If the two masters are both injured, I can't do so much by myself, and everyone will be punished."

A boy in a snow-white chef uniform stood up and calmly tried to persuade him.There was no fear or flattery in the words.

"You must not be lazy, otherwise."

Although the young man felt unfamiliar, the exquisite cake embryos placed in front of him were clearly freshly made, exuding a moist and sweet aroma, which should be unmistakable by a skilled chef.

"You three, hurry up, 08:30 at the latest!"

The officer did not continue to lose his temper, and went out after a few words of training.

After all, what the young man said is also reasonable, if the three pastry chefs are really abolished, even the cakes will not be prepared at the dance.Once the master is displeased, it's unknown if he is pulled out and killed as a living target.

Qilan hurriedly got a white cotton cloth and wet it, and bandaged the burnt master.Master Luo, who was kneeling on the ground, also got up quickly.The three worked hard, and the efficiency was astonishing.

The cake was almost ready at ten past eight.

"Help me deliver this tray to the Hongjing Hall on the east side of the second floor. You must be careful." Master Luo neatly stacked eight freshly baked cakes, and handed the gilded white porcelain tray to Qilan .

"Okay, don't worry." Qilan caught it steadily, and walked out with a plate in his hand.

The bright lights of the lobby on the first floor came into view.The design of this Yihe Hotel can be described as a perfect combination of Chinese and Western.The exterior is a royal garden, but the interior is all decorated in a western style.

Under the huge crystal chandelier, the European-style tables, chairs and curtains are luxurious and grand.Turkish rugs are embroidered with delicate floral designs.Hundreds of pots of flowers in full bloom are placed on both sides of the carpet.

In the cold winter of the capital, it is not easy to get together these elegant things.The surname Hong married a woman more than 20 years younger than himself for the sake of beauty, and it took a lot of thought.

The banquet is over, the dance party on the second floor has just kicked off, and western music is playing.

Amidst the laughter and laughter, Qilan stepped on the carpet step by step upstairs, and suddenly returned to the day when Lin Mi and Lin Yitang held the engagement banquet.

Soon, he woke up again, looking over the dancing guests over and over again to search for familiar figures.

The Hongjing hall is independent, and the two carved doors are slightly closed.Compared with the hustle and bustle on the dance floor, this place is horribly clean.

If it weren't for the two pots of precious orchids placed by the door, which implied that there were VIPs in the room, it would probably be regarded as an empty house.

After knocking on the door lightly, a woman's voice sounded softly from inside:

"Who?"

"Cake delivery."

"You wait here and don't come in. I'll pick up the plate."

As soon as the words fell, the door opened quietly.A well-dressed maid reached out to take the plate that Qilan was carrying, but she was a little too anxious and didn't notice something under her feet, so she stumbled and stumbled.

"careful!"

It was too late to say it, but the little master nimbly took a step forward, caught the plate that almost fell to the ground, and also caught a few cakes that were about to fall.

The servant girl was so frightened that Huarong turned pale, but she was relieved to see him reacting so quickly.

"Take it, it's my thank you."

She took out a dollar and handed it over, making Qilan, who was kind to help, dumbfounded.

The moment he took the silver dollar, he heard someone walking in the room again. He raised his eyes curiously and saw Dong Xiaomei in red.

It turned out that she was hidden here, and she was released only at the most important moment.

He was naturally unwilling to go back to the pastry shop so soon, he had to find a way to talk to Xiaomei, and find out the location of Mrs. Lin in order to save her smoothly.

"Sorry," Qilan suddenly stopped the maid who was about to turn around, and said in a low voice, "There is a cake that seems to be a little hard baked, I'll come back and change it."

"Shhh!" The servant girl immediately became nervous again, and she winked at him to tell him to shut up quickly.

Immediately, with a flick of the braid, the whole person hurried in, and the door was closed tightly.

There must be more than Xiaomei and the maid in this room.Judging by the horror on the servant girl's face, the other person must not be so easy to serve.

He pretended to pick up the scattered cake crumbs on the carpet, and pricked up his ears to listen to the movement inside.

"Meier's favorite butter cake is here."

The man's voice was very familiar, almost exactly the same as the one Qilan heard in Shi'an's house.His guess was right, General Hong himself was sharing a room with the bride he had acquired through dishonorable means.

"Why are you so confident that I will definitely eat it?" Xiaomei's jade hands were hidden in the sleeves of her red dress, and she glanced coldly at the man holding the cake in front of her.

"Don't you usually eat butter cake from Boss Tang's hotel in the hospital? This is made by the pastry chef hired by Yihe Hotel from there."

Xiaomei sneered: "I don't even remember it myself. Don't listen to rumors."

She actually ate a lot.Every time Tang Yuexian came to visit Zhang Wenxuan, she always brought a package of freshly baked butter cake or bread.

Zhang Wenxuan didn't know whether it was because he didn't like food with butter, or because he was afraid that eating greasy food would cause stomach upset and affect the operation, so he put it all on her table anyway.

Xiaomei eats heartily and cleanly every time.But no matter how delicious something is, you will get tired of eating it for a long time.

Especially after Yuexian's death, she never touched any food related to butter, for fear of causing that sadness.

"Little boy, I haven't eaten or drank all day, my health is critical."

"Mei'er, would you like to have a bite?"

"I'll build you a new courtyard in the future, with mountains and rivers and pavilions"

No matter how Xiaomei ignored her, General Hong was persistent in coaxing her patiently.

Hearing this, Qilan got goosebumps all over his body.

If this person is decent-looking, it's okay, but if he's ugly and wretched, the bride probably wants to kill her.

There are actually inner and outer rooms in the hall.Xiaomei held back for a whole day trying to get some air, and just stood in the outer room for a while, when she was dragged back to the inner room by a pair of strong hands.

He couldn't hear anything, save for a light footstep on the steps of the stairs.

Out of vigilance, Qilan quickly dodged to the other side of the hall.There were several round tables lined up over there, filled with snacks and drinks.Master Luo was busy arranging the newly arrived cakes. He was very happy to see him coming, so he called for help.

The cups and plates are arranged neatly in groups.However, his eyes drifted to an extra figure at the entrance of Hongjing Hall.

It was a slender and beautiful woman, with thick black hair combed into a bun, and a hairpin shining with jewels.

There are western-style fireplaces on all sides of the hall. It is cold and windy outside, but warm as spring inside.She had clearly taken off her coat, and she was only wearing a tailored Yunjin cheongsam, which complemented her exquisite and attractive figure.

(End of this chapter)