Hearing his notice, a row of people turned around and looked at a familiar figure on the road.

"Doctor Tao, have you bought them supper?" Wei Tianlang called out.

Tao Zhijie had just arrived, and was stunned after receiving this, and then showed an unfathomable smile: "It shouldn't be me, it's Xiao Song. I saw Xiao Song riding in the car."

A taxi followed him to everyone, and Song Xuelin came out of the back seat, looking the same, carrying a brown literary briefcase on his shoulder. He followed a silver van with the hotel logo Xingyue painted outside, and turned into the community according to the instructions.

"Go upstairs to eat, it's cold." Cao Yong said to everyone.

The weather was quite cold, and the north wind was whizzing, making people tremble. But everyone was busy together, and no one felt cold, but they felt hot all over. The group walked upstairs with laughter and laughter.

The hotel staff who came to dinner filled the table with dishes, and the plates were delicious.

The aroma of food triggers a sound of saliva from the table that the diners want to eat. People who have eaten dinner are reluctant to leave and cannot help but follow their greed. No one can resist delicious food, and people are food-oriented.

Wei Tianlang was not polite, pulled the chair and squeezed it into the middle, and said frankly: "I want to taste this. I have never been to Xingyue accommodation before, and I have never eaten anything from his house. I only remember that everyone said that their kitchen is comparable to international seven-star ratings."

Xingyue Hotel is a famous five-star hotel in the capital. It may be because of the sufficient customer base and enough business volume, and the people are not bad at making money, so there is no need to do dine-in business outside. The hotel kitchen is only responsible for entertaining the guests in the hotel, which has led to people who have never stayed in Xingyue outside who have been coveting the legendary delicious food of this hotel for a long time.

As Wei Tianlang calls it, Xingyue’s chef is top-notch in cooking and is one of the best hotels in the Capital Circle.

"You said, is he the son of a hotel tycoon?" He Xiangyu put it in the ear of his senior sister Liu Jingyun, pointing his hand at Song Xuelin sitting there to make a bold guess.

Liu Jingyun tilted her head and thought that it was true that Xingyue could deliver food specifically, and this person had a very good relationship with Xingyue. It was not surprising that Song Xuelin was a rich second generation, and everyone had heard of this. What was amazing was that Song Xuelin could bring food to Xingyue.

"Doctor Song, thank you." 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 said these three words lightly, suddenly, turned his face towards Xie Wanying and asked, "Doctor Xie, do you think the dish I ordered is suitable for your taste?"

Xie Wanying was stunned for two seconds: Doctor Song, did you specially bring me food?

Of course, that's it. Song Xuelin lit up his chin.

Dr. Xie is usually most concerned about whether he eats or not. He thinks Dr. Xie is very good at what happened tonight and doesn't need him to take action, but he probably forgot to eat like him, so he gave him a favor.

Xie Wanying: Dr. Song, your wife...you are welcome.

At most, she invited the other party to have a noodle soup, KFC, and they brought several thousand yuan in meals at a time.

You're welcome, the tips for small meals add up a lot. Song Xuelin said in his eyes that he is no worse than hers in the arithmetic problem.

Xie Wanying turned around and accepted it. In terms of two-dimensional arithmetic, Dr. Song is better than her.

"Eat." Huang Zhilei on the opposite side waved his chopsticks to his junior sister and said he didn't have to be polite to this Song Mao. Usually, the junior sister is good at facing Song Mao, and it is appropriate for Song Mao to deliver a meal.
Chapter completed!