Qiao Chen was silent.

Although he also likes to eat this hot pot restaurant, he would rather not eat it for an hour or two for a meal.

But his sister liked it, and he had no choice.

On the side, Mo Yesi heard the conversation between the siblings, thought for a while, reached out to touch Qiao Mianmian's head, and said to her warmly: "You and Qiao Chen are here, I'll go and come back."

"Um."

Qiao Mianmian thought he was going to the bathroom, so he nodded obediently.

*

Mo Yesi found a private room and reached out to knock on the closed door.

The people inside thought it was the waiter who came to serve the food and said, "Come in."

Mo Yesi pushed open the door and walked in.

The meal was a large family, at least seven or eight, sitting at a large round table.

They had just queued up and served the bottom of the pot, but the dishes had not been served yet.

Seeing that it turned out to be a young man dressed in formal and handsome, he walked in. Everyone at the table was stunned. One of them looked at Mo Yesi carefully and asked in confusion: "Sir, have you gone to the wrong room?"

This looks, demeanor, and dressing are definitely not a waiter.

Then you can only go to the wrong room.

Mo Yesi shook his head and said to a group of curious people looking at him: "Sorry, can you give me a seat? Give me the private room?"

A whole family: "???"

What's wrong with this man?

He actually called them to give up the private room.

They lined up for almost an hour and waited for the private room, and they hadn't started eating yet. They would only give up when they had any tricks in their minds.

"Sir, if you want to have hot pot, go out and line up. We are also waiting in line to get the number and wait for the position. Sorry, don't let it go." His tone was a little rushing, no longer as polite as before.

Because they think it is quite strange that Mo Yesi can make such a request.

There is no need to be polite to such a weird man.

Mo Yesi curled his lips: "Of course I won't let you give up this private room for nothing."

"Will we give up this private room in vain?" One of the men who looked bad-faced and had a bad temper frowned, and they had anger in their eyes. They slapped their hands on the table and said in a smell of gunpowder, "It's a big tone. You don't think that we'll give this private room to you if you give me some money."

"Sorry, we are not short of money. Please go out immediately and don't affect our mood when we eat."

"That's right, where did this come from? It's too rude. I'm making such a request when someone else is having a meal."

"It looks pretty and looks pretty. Why is your brain not normal?"

Mo Yesi was not annoyed when he heard the group of people sarcasticizing him. The man's lips curled slightly and his hands slowly inserted into his pockets: "My wife likes this hot pot restaurant. There are too many people queuing outside now, so I don't want her to wait too long."

"If you can give up this private room, each person will have 100,000 yuan. I really won't think about it?"

*

A few minutes later.

Mo Yesi is back.

Behind him was a waiter from the store.

"Sir, Miss, please follow me." The waiter said to them politely with a sign-like smile on his face.

Qiao Mianmian was stunned: "Hmm? Where to go?"

The waiter smiled and said, "This gentleman has booked a private room and asks me to go to the private room for dinner."

Qiao Mianmian: "!"
Chapter completed!