A talented girl wears a silly dress and marries a general to become a koi

Chapter 397 The Dying State-Owned Restaurant

There was no greeter at the gate, so the four of them went in directly.

Normally, it is lunch time and there should be a lot of customers coming to the restaurant.

However, when the four entered the restaurant, they found it deserted, with only about ten people sitting around eating in the large dining room.

In such a big restaurant, there was only one person at the bar, and she was an old woman in her fifties.

Mu Qiang walked to the bar and asked the fifty-year-old woman, "Excuse me, are there any private rooms?"

Without looking up, the old woman asked, "How many private rooms do you want?"

Mu Qiang said, "I want a private room, a smaller one, for the four of us."

The old woman then raised her head and pointed to the west corridor, saying, "There are two rows of private rooms over there. Please feel free to sit anywhere you like!"

Mu Qiang turned around and returned to Liu Junhui and the other two, saying, "Let's go pick a private room!"

The four of them arrived at the west corridor. The corridor was quiet. There were two rows of private rooms, about thirty in total, all empty.

The four of them chose a small private room with windows facing the street and entered.

Although there were four of us, we sat according to the rules.

Although Mu Qiang was the host, the three of them insisted on letting Liu Junhui sit in the seat of honor.

Mu Qiang didn't sit down. Instead, he turned back to the corridor and shouted, "Waiter, take your order!"

No response.

Mu Qiang went to the bar again and said to the old woman, "Auntie, please call a waiter to come over and take your order!"

The old woman asked, "Waiter? Where did the waiter come from?"

Mu Qiang was stunned.

When Mu Qiang went to the newly opened big restaurant to eat, there were both beautiful receptionists and special waitresses in the private rooms. They were not only responsible for taking orders, but also for serving dishes, pouring wine and other services.

However, this huge state-owned hotel not only has no receptionist, but it also doesn’t even have waiters responsible for taking orders and serving food?

Seeing the young man in front of her stunned, the old woman said, "Let me tell you, having waiters serve is bourgeois! You don't need any hands, so can't you bring the food to the table yourself?"

Mu Qiang suppressed his anger and said, "Okay, okay, we can bring the dishes to the table ourselves, but we have to order them, right? If we don't order, what else can we serve?"

Seeing that the man in front of her was a little angry, the old woman softened her attitude a little and pointed to the left and back: "See that little window? I buy my meal ticket there!"

Mu Qiang felt puzzled. It had been two or three years since the reform and opening up, so how could this state-owned restaurant still be the same as before the reform and opening up?

But, you still have to eat.

Mu Qiang came to the window selling meal tickets and saw a bald old man in his sixties drinking tea slowly.

Mu Qiang said, "Grandpa, please let me see the menu."

The bald old man glared and spitted, saying, "What old man?! You want to call me comrade!"

With spit flying everywhere, Mu Qiang subconsciously leaned back.

"Comrade... I'd like to see the menu."

The bald old man stared at Mu Qiang with wide eyes and said, "You are young, is there anything wrong with your eyes?"

Mu Qiang's face flushed.

Mu Qiang really wanted to argue with this bald old man, but then he thought that he was too old, so he gave up.

"My eyesight is 1.5, so I have no problem reading the menu!"

"Haha! You say there's nothing wrong with your eyes, but you can't see the blackboard hanging on the wall?!"

Mu Qiang understood and quickly took a step back. He saw a small blackboard half a meter square on the right side of the window, with eight dish names and two staple food names written on it.

Mu Qiang looked at the bald old man in the window again and asked, "Do you only have eight dishes here?"

The bald old man swallowed the tea in his mouth and said: "What's the matter! Eight dishes are not enough for you? Are you a small capitalist who returned from overseas?!"

Mu Qiang glared at the bald old man, then turned and left.

Mu Qiang returned to the private room he had just chosen and said to Liu Junhui and the other two who were chatting and laughing, "Let's go. We're not going to eat in this damn place anymore!"

When the three heard this and saw Mu Qiang's angry face, they were all stunned.

Liu Junhui asked, "Mr. Mu, did someone quarrel with you?"

Mu Qiang said: "They are so old, I don't want to argue with them, but the food here is inedible!"

Mu Qiang recounted what had just happened.

Li Fang said, "No wonder President Mu was so angry. How could such a state-owned restaurant be so bad? No wonder no one comes here to eat anymore!"

Luo Can blushed slightly and said, "Blame me! I recommended the wrong restaurant!

Actually, I have never been to this restaurant.

Let’s find another hotel!”

As Luo Can spoke, he was about to stand up, but Li Fang had already stood up.

Liu Junhui had an idea.

He gently stretched out his hands and pushed Luo Can and Li Fang's shoulders down, letting them sit down again.

At the same time, he said to Mu Qiang: "Mr. Mu, please sit down too!"

Mu Qiang sat down.

Liu Junhui looked at the three of them and said, "Let's have lunch here today! We have to eat thoroughly!"

Luo Can, Mu Qiang, and Li Fang are all smart people.

The three of them seemed to understand something when Liu Junhui said, "You have to eat with understanding."

Luo Can, in particular, felt that the chairman insisted on eating here, probably because he had his own ideas.

Luo Can said to Mu Qiang, "Just do as the chairman says!"

Mu Qiang said, "Okay! Chairman, I'll buy all eight dishes!"

Mu Qiang left the private room and went back to the small window.

Mu Qiang held back his anger and said, "Old...comrade, I'll buy all eight of these dishes."

The bald old man smiled slightly: "Little comrade, have you figured it out? Let me tell you, if you were born before liberation, you wouldn't even be able to eat this!"

Mu Qiang didn't look at the bald old man's face and asked, "Eight dishes and two staple foods, how much is the total?"

"Seventeen dollars and ninety-five cents!"

The bald old man didn't know how to calculate and just spoke without thinking.

Do I need to count it? It’s the same old thing every day. It’s been hanging on the blackboard for at least two or three years.

Mu Qiang paid the money.

The bald old man gave Mu Qiang a few meal tickets and pointed: "See that window? They serve the food there!"

Mu Qiang took the meal ticket and went to the serving window.

This window is quite large.

Inside, there was another old man, but this old man was not bald. He had hundreds of sparse gray hairs on his head.

On the chopping board in front of the old man, there were ten large aluminum basins in a row, eight of which contained vegetables and two contained staple foods.

Mu Qiang handed the meal ticket to the old man with gray hair.

The old man with gray hair had an expressionless face. He picked up the aluminum spoon and started serving the food.

The white-haired grandfather handed a plate to Mu Qiang, and Mu Qiang placed the plate on the windowsill which was wide enough on the window side.

Eight dishes, four steamed buns, and four bowls of rice, all ready.

Mu Qiang returned to the private room, carrying a plate of food in each hand.