A few foreigners suddenly entered, startling the restaurant's waitstaff.
They had served many customers, but never foreign ones. How were they supposed to handle this?
English?
They didn't speak it either!
Fortunately, just as the waitstaff were flustered, nearly bumping into each other, Su Xiaotian arrived.
Seeing Su Xiaotian, the waitstaff instantly felt a sense of direction.
They knew these were guests brought by Su Xiaotian.
After all, they had heard in the past few days that Su Xiaotian was going to be a translator.
It was likely these guests were Su Xiaotian's clients.
"Are there any guests in the private room today?" Su Xiaotian asked.
"No, no!"
One of the waitstaff quickly replied.
After Shang Liangxi entered, arrangements were made to reserve the private room for the afternoon.
"Please escort these distinguished guests to the private room! And serve them tea!"
In the summer, Yiming Pavilion served apricot skin water, but as the weather gradually turned cold, they added tea.
Apricot skin water was liked by some and disliked by others, who found it too sour!
Su Xiaotian worried that these foreign guests might not like it.
August looked at Su Xiaotian's familiarity with Yiming Pavilion, his suspicion growing.
This girl named Su Xiaotian, though very young and having never lived in Germany, spoke German that could rival his own, a native German.
And now, this young girl had brought them to a place she was so familiar with, the unspoken understanding in every move of the waitstaff was undeniable.
This restaurant called Yiming Pavilion was definitely related to this young girl.
Su Xiaotian had also been cautiously observing August.
This man gave her a sense of danger; his sharp eyes could see through everything!
She believed August was already suspecting her relationship with Yiming Pavilion.
However, from the moment she decided to bring them here, she hadn't intended to hide her connection with Yiming Pavilion.
Su Xiaotian smiled and introduced Yiming Pavilion's dishes to everyone in German, and then asked if the foreign guests had any dietary restrictions before making recommendations.
Su Xiaotian had come prepared for this meal; she had already prepared the ingredients yesterday.
Even some of the more time-consuming dishes had been prepared in advance by Grandma Su.
Once she finalized the menu, she briefly consulted the foreign guests for their opinions. Upon confirming they had no objections, she handed it to Shi Yuliang.
Shi Yuliang, being a man of the world, naturally knew that the dishes Su Xiaotian had ordered were not ordinary.
He really wanted to ask Su Xiaotian how much this table of dishes would cost, and if it would bankrupt their factory.
But in the end, he asked nothing, only telling Su Xiaotian to start serving.
However, he resolved that when it came time to pay, he would definitely ask Su Xiaotian for a discount for their factory.
Although Su Xiaotian had brought them to her family's restaurant with a personal motive, it was only to promote her restaurant's development, not to swindle them.
These premium dishes were not priced too high, only a slight markup on the cost.
August listened patiently to Su Xiaotian's introduction of the dishes, confirming that the ingredients Su Xiaotian mentioned were not common.
He was even more puzzled. He considered himself quite knowledgeable about China.
In this country, everything required coupons, and due to material scarcity, even with money, one couldn't buy it.
For example, a Manchu-Han Imperial Feast, if it were in their country, he might have a way to prepare it for Christina.
But it couldn't be done in China, mainly because of the country's material scarcity.
He looked meaningfully at Su Xiaotian's retreating back.
Such a table of dishes would be considered high-class even in their country.
Could such a seemingly ordinary restaurant truly provide it?
When Su Xiaotian arrived at the kitchen, Grandma Su was anxiously waiting for her.
"Xiaotian, you really brought foreign guests? You child, how can you be so willful?"
Grandma Su complained, worried that Su Xiaotian was doing something she shouldn't just to bring business to their restaurant.
These were guests of the silk factory. How could the silk factory not have made arrangements?
Their restaurant had no cooperative relationship with the silk factory, so it was impossible to arrange guests to their Yiming Pavilion restaurant.
Su Xiaotian smiled.
"Grandma, don't overthink it. I just mentioned it casually, and Miss Christina, oh, that beautiful German girl, agreed."
Grandma Su hadn't actually seen what the guests looked like, so even if Su Xiaotian explained it endlessly, she wouldn't know.
"What, the guest is a little girl? How can a little girl negotiate business?"
"Grandma, don't underestimate her. Her brother is a big boss, the one who calls the shots!"
Grandma Su said "oh," as if she understood, but also as if she didn't.
If people were willing to come, then there was no problem.
"Xiaotian, you say, can foreigners, rich people, like the food made by this old woman from the countryside?"
Grandma Su, for the first time, seemed a little timid.
Grandpa Su glanced at Grandma Su. This old woman, ever since arriving in the capital, had almost become too proud, and he never expected her to be afraid.
Su Xiaotian also thought her grandmother was fearless, never expecting her to be afraid.
"Grandma, your cooking skills, don't you know them yourself? They are absolutely impeccable."
Then, Su Xiaotian explained Christina's previous conditions and also mentioned that she had claimed Grandma Su was a descendant of imperial chefs.
This made Grandma Su even more unsteady.
This child, what wouldn't she dare to say?
When had she become a descendant of imperial chefs?
Isn't this lying?
"Xiaotian, we must be honest in business. I am not a descendant of imperial chefs!"
Grandma Su's face turned red, her voice even laced with tears.
Su Xiaotian quickly smiled and comforted her, "Grandma, you've also eaten food made by descendants of imperial chefs. You tell me, which tastes better, yours or theirs?"
When Su Xiaotian asked this, Grandma Su instantly regained her spirit.
"Of course, it's mine. I don't know how that imperial chef descendant became one; their cooking temperature isn't even right!"
Hearing Grandma Su's words, Grandpa Su couldn't help but glance at her again.
This old woman, in such a short time, had become proud again!