Wanjie Hotel: Iron Man is not allowed to charge

Chapter 43 Boss, the ball flower is coming (please read)
The two of them were bragging about their business to each other, and the waiters, while busy serving the dishes, pricked up their ears and eavesdropped on the gossip from time to time.

The boss is not stupid.

He just knows how to praise people.

It seems that the boss will definitely be single tonight.

Every waiter had an auntie smile on her face. Aunt Susie, who was standing at the entrance of the dining area, couldn't suppress the auntie smile on her face.

"I made your favorite pumpkin tonight, but I don't know if you like it this way."

Wen Ming pointed in the direction of the kitchen: "It's already baked and will be served soon."

Flora's eyes lit up, and she felt something strange in her heart: "Did you make this especially for me?"

A woman like Flora from Eagle Country will say whatever is on her mind.

Wen Ming nodded: "You said you would come tonight."

If you hadn't told me to come, I wouldn't have thought of what main course to make.

Flora smiled happily.

This moment was like a blooming hibiscus, and Wen Ming felt that the entire restaurant in front of him was lit up.

"Then I'll eat downstairs."

Flora looked at Wen Ming: "Do you want to come with me?"

Wen Ming nodded happily: "Okay."

Isn’t it just a chef’s dining service?
I know.

There are tips.

The waiter brought up a plate of pumpkin wrapped in tin foil.

Flora watched with great anticipation as Wen Ming peeled off the tin foil with his own hands, revealing the golden pumpkin inside.

"What's this dish called? I don't think I've seen it in Daqian."

"Pumpkin rice pudding."

Wen Ming used a spoon to peel off the pumpkin skin. The pumpkin, which had been baked for dozens of minutes, immediately exuded a rich sweet aroma.

Flora, who loves pumpkin, was so happy that her eyes were shining.

However, what surprised her was that after Wen Ming opened the lid on top of the pumpkin, the eight-treasure rice pudding made of glutinous rice, black rice, red beans, red kidney beans, raisins, pine nuts, pumpkin seeds, lotus seeds and other ingredients exuded an even richer sweet fragrance.

The sweet aroma alone was enough to whet Flora's appetite.

Many guests in the restaurant also looked over, and some were even calling for the waiter.

"You're so creative, aren't you? What a beautiful pumpkin rice pudding."

"Take a look at the list first to see if there are any things you are allergic to." Wen Ming still prepared reminder cards to prevent any problems.

"No, no, I can eat it all."

Flora couldn't wait to pick up the spoon, scooped a spoonful of eight-treasure rice from the top, and scooped off a layer of pumpkin pulp. She blew gently with her fiery red lips, quickly cooling the eight-treasure rice, and then put it into her mouth.

In an instant, the elasticity of rice, the softness of beans, the toughness of wheat, and the sweet fragrance of pumpkin, a variety of rich flavors, bloom in your mouth at the same time.

"It's so delicious! I think you're even better than the chef at the three-star Mirin restaurant!"

Flora couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

Wen Ming's lips curled up.

Flora always gives the full emotional value.

He is really good at praising people.

Please come a few dozen more diners like this.

What surprised Flora the most was that every bite of the pumpkin eight-treasure rice pudding tasted different, and every bite was a surprise.

This made her completely bury herself in the happiness of Pumpkin and she was never willing to raise her head again.

The waiters all smiled at this scene.

The boss seemed to have conquered this beautiful woman.

"Are you going to be busy late tonight?"

Flora ate half of the pumpkin eight-treasure rice pudding and stopped eating because her stomach was a little full.

It’s so delicious, I want to eat more.

She looked at the restaurant full of guests, then thought of the guests on the rooftop garden, and felt a little sorry for Wen Ming.

"Luckily, there's still one main course left. I can rest after I finish it. We've invited outside help tonight, so I don't need to stay in the kitchen all the time."

Even if he was a straight man, Wen Ming could still hear what Flora meant. He smiled and said, "If you don't get drunk upstairs later, would you mind coming down to the bar and having a drink with me?"

"See you later." Flora got the result she wanted and happily stood up to say goodbye to Wen Ming.

When the waiters saw Flora leave, they immediately came over with a smile: "Boss, do you need our help with anything?"

“Do your job.”

Wen Ming shook his head. These foreigners were too familiar.

You've only been working for a day or two.

Why do I feel like you all have known me for more than ten years?

Wen Ming was about to walk into the kitchen when Aunt Susie at the door suddenly spoke.

"Boss, do you need to use the presidential suite tonight? I'll have the cleaners clean it again. They'll use the best aromatherapy and light the candles for you in advance."

Wen Ming was completely defeated.

"Suzy, you need to get off work. You won't get overtime pay for working overtime tonight!"

Aunt Susie looked at Wen Ming with a smile: "Don't worry, boss, I'm working overtime voluntarily."

Wen Ming was too lazy to say anything more.

I have only met Flora three times, no, four times.

I am busy cooking while others are busy eating.

How is it possible to have sex tonight?

At this moment, Ella appeared and rescued Wen Ming.

"Boss, the ball girl is here."

"Ball Flower? Who is Ball Flower?"

Wen Ming didn't react for a moment.

"Moka."

Rayla had a strange look on her face: "But, this Moka is a little strange."

"Why is it weird?"

Wen Ming looked at Ruila, who shook her head and said, "This Moka looks very young. I think she's about 60 years old this year. And she seems very shy."

Wen Ming was stunned for a moment, then he took off his chef's hat and uniform, handed them to Aunt Susie, and then quickly walked to the front desk.

Amidst the busy crowd at the front desk, a young woman in a black skirt was standing in a corner, with a look of caution and fear on her face, as if she was looking at some devilish scene.

With the experience of John Wick and Sarah Connor, Wen Ming looked at the other person's pale and somewhat weak face, as well as the multiple temperaments of purity mixed with beauty, sexiness mixed with heroism, and roughly guessed who this person was.

"Hello, is your name Malena? Oh, and do you speak Eagle?"

"I'm Marlena, and I speak some Eagle language."

When Malena heard someone calling her name, she immediately looked at the man in front of her with surprise.

"You're from a place called Sicily, I think?"

Wen Ming's clear question brought a happy smile to Malena's face. "Yes, it's Sicily. May I ask where this place is? I just came out to buy some bread, how did I end up here?"

Wen Ming smiled and said, "This is a rather difficult question to explain. Are you hungry?"

"Hungry."

Malena swallowed. She hadn't eaten for three days.

She said she was going to buy bread, but in fact she didn't have a penny in her wallet.

"I'm the owner of this hotel, my name is Wen Ming."

Wen Ming pointed in the direction of the restaurant: "Come, I'll treat you to a meal, and then I'll get you a room. You can stay here for one night. When you've rested well, we can talk again.

Oh, and I don’t need any payment from you.”

I don't want a reward.

The story of "The Beautiful Legend of Sicily" takes place in the spring of 1941. Malena's husband died in the war in the following year, that is, in 1942.

How much was gold per ounce during this period?

I'll have to check it carefully later.

What was the most valuable thing during war?

Cigarettes? Or alcohol?
Also, it seems that there were a lot of treasures left behind by Moustache in the later stages of the war.

Where are they all?

(End of this chapter)