The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87: 085 The head chef went to celebrate Miss Ying Zijin’s birthday.

“Just this morning, the chef team flew to Hua Country,” the counter clerk said apologetically, “I truly have no way of providing you with the chef’s menu.”

Zhong Manhua suppressed her anger, maintaining her composure, “Then what happens to my reservation?”

“Here’s what happened.” The counter clerk explained, “Because this incident was so sudden, we also didn’t anticipate it, it is indeed the restaurant’s responsibility.”

She was actually quite puzzled, and had no idea which important figure could make the entire chef team leave.

At restaurants of The Gordon Ramsay’s level, even if chefs need to travel abroad, guests are willing to fly out just to taste their cooking.

Adhering to the principle that the customer is God, the counter clerk smiled and said, “However, the chef’s menu was already unavailable for reservation at the time you booked, because the restaurant is also participating in a television food program during this period, and the chef cannot spare the time.”

Pausing for a moment, she said tactfully, “If you look more closely, the menu you actually reserved is the next level down, the sous chef’s menu.”

Upon hearing this, Zhong Manhua was stunned.

Then she glanced at her phone and found that indeed she had reserved the sous chef’s menu.

Immediately, an intense embarrassment surged within her, and her face flushed red.

Although there is only a one-word difference between the chef’s menu and the sous chef’s menu, the actual gap is quite significant.

The chef’s menu is personally cooked by the head chef, with the most top-tier ingredients.

“I checked, and you came all the way from Shanghai City, and it so happens that the chef team has gone to Shanghai City and will be staying there for three days,” the counter clerk continued, “How about this, I contact them for you?”

Zhong Manhua looked astonished, “Gone to Shanghai City?”

She had traveled thousands of miles to O continent, only to find out the chef had gone to Shanghai City?

“You mentioned in your reservation that you needed a birthday cake, so it must be for a celebration, right?” The counter clerk nodded, “The chef team has gone to Shanghai City to celebrate a young lady’s birthday, what a coincidence.”

Zhong Manhua felt even more embarrassed.

She had to book two months in advance online to celebrate Xiao Xuan’s birthday.

Yet others had the chef team fly over just for their birthday.

What kind of disparity was this?

If it were some wealthy families from the Imperial Capital, it might be understandable, but Shanghai City?

Zhong Manhua thought hard but couldn’t figure out who had such great influence.

Actually, it wasn’t that she insisted on eating at The Gordon Ramsay Restaurant; O continent had many Michelin Three-Star Restaurants, all world-famous.

But not going by choice, and being refused, were entirely different.

The latter was a slap in the face to her.

“No need.”

Zhong Manhua had already lost her appetite and her dignity.

After promptly leaving behind three words, she picked up her purse and left.

The counter clerk was somewhat bewildered but said nothing more and continued to serve other customers.

**

The next day.

At noon, the students from Elite Class 19 were invited to a small courtyard.

There were artificial hills and flowing water, birdsong, and a gentle breeze rustling through the trees.

This was a property of the Fu Family.

The small courtyard was warm in winter and cool in summer. Although not large, due to its age, it was considered a cultural relic. With an excellent location, its value was over one billion US dollars.

More than a dozen siblings from the Fu Family had their eyes on this courtyard, fiercely disputing over it for a long time, but Old Master Fu had not said a word.

Nobody expected that without saying anything, bypassing even his son Fu Mingcheng, Old Master Fu just directly gave it to Fu Yunshen.

This left the Fu Family and his cousins green with envy, but they could do nothing about it and could only hate in secret.

Fu Mingcheng, too, wished to use the status of being a father to make Fu Yunshen hand over the courtyard but couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Especially since Old Master Fu was still alive, some things simply could not be done too ruthlessly; they had to save face.

In the center of the courtyard were two long tables, enough to seat fifty students.

The tables were covered with red silk cloths, and wine glasses, plates, and cutlery were neatly arranged in front of each seat.

Lobster tails, white sauce with pan-fried scallops and asparagus, spicy red wine-braised lamb shanks, truffle chocolate…