The richest man Yang Fei

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Dishes are difficult to adjust to everyone's taste. Small shops only need to take care of the tastes of surrounding customers, and most of these customers are locals, so they retain the greatest local flavor.

I have to say that the small restaurant that Han Yiyi brought Yang Fei here tastes authentic, except that the chili is not spicy enough for Xiangli, and everything else is acceptable.

"Mr. Han, why do you love Hunan cuisine?" Yang Fei asked with a smile.

"I like it after eating it once." Han Yiyi said, "The taste is really delicious! Especially when you are in a bad mood, eating a spicy meal will make you sweat all over your body, your mouth will tremble, and your tears will be brought to tears. When the snot flows together, that is refreshing!"

Yang Fei laughed and said: "It seems that you really like Hunan cuisine. In the future, you may consider finding a Hunan boy to be your husband. Our Xiangli boys can cook in the metropolis, and you can cook as much as you want without leaving home. Enjoy the delicacy of Hunan cuisine.”

"I really think, next time I meet a man as good as the boss, I must seize the opportunity." Han Yiyi giggled, and there seemed to be a twinkle in her eyes.

After dinner, Yang Fei and Han Yiyi came to Muse's new shop together.

The size of this store is more than five times that of the previous small store, and it seems to be a large Qing Bar.

The decoration style of the store is similar to that of the previous one. The second floor is full of booths with high backs, creating a relatively private small space for each customer.

Most of the people who come here to consume are white-collar workers nearby, so the positioning and style of Muse caters to the white-collar workers.

The roof is decorated with plant tassels, small potted plants are placed on the window sills, and a desk lamp is thoughtfully placed in each booth, which is convenient for white-collar workers who come here for leisure to read some books or work.

Muse integrates the functions of bars and cafes, and has won the love of certain groups of people, which has become the secret of Muse's success.

Yang Fei and Han Yiyi sat in the innermost booth by the window. There was no one in front, back, left, or right, and they could only hear the long music, quiet and pure.

"Boss, do you think this place is okay?" Han Yiyi asked.

Yang Fei nodded: "That's right, there will be another place where you can sit and drink quietly near the company in the future."

Han Yiyi said: "There is a dance hall across the street! Do you want to play later?"

Yang Fei looked out of the neon-flashing window.

On the opposite floor, there is indeed a dance hall.

At the beginning of the 21st century, people’s entertainment activities were not as rich as those of later generations, and the business of dance halls was still booming. Young people also liked to come out to have a dance and dance. Unlike later generations, dancing seemed to be the monopoly of middle-aged and elderly people.

Yang Fei said with a smile: "It seems like I haven't danced for a long time. I don't know if I still remember the dance steps. If I step on your foot later, you are not allowed to cry."

Han Yiyi smiled sweetly: "Lying on your shoulder and crying, I think it's a kind of happiness. Didn't you say something? It's better to cry on a BMW than laugh on a bicycle. You are a dragon and a phoenix among people." , is it not only comparable to BMW?"

Yang Fei laughed and said, "Mr. Han, you are getting better at talking."

Perhaps the wine was too strong, or the night was too charming.

Yang Fei and Han Yiyi chatted very speculatively, and they looked at each other from time to time, creating a particularly harmonious atmosphere.

The two sat opposite each other, and they could see each other whenever they looked up.

Being close, one can see clearly, and even the gleam in the eyes of the other party is so moving.

The two chatted until ten o'clock in the evening, then got up and left the Muse, and went to the other party's ballroom to dance.

The atmosphere of the ballroom is more emotional than that of the Muse.

When the ballroom dance music in the ballroom plays, a man and a woman, whether they know each other or not, can hug each other, hold hands, shoulder to shoulder, foot to foot, and dance to the rhythm.

Dance is a good match. There are too many men and women who know each other and love each other because of dancing.

Yang Fei is tall and tall, with a straight waist, a personable demeanor, and a resolute and graceful dancing posture.

He has experienced the fiery era when ballroom dancing was popular in society and campuses, so he also prefers dancing.

But there are few women around him who can dance and like to dance.

Han Yiyi counts as one.

Only when dancing with Han Yiyi can Yang Fei enjoy the artistic charm of dancing.

In a way, a good dance partner is harder to find than the other half.

For a life partner, as long as the three views are consistent, it is almost the same. The dance partner has stricter requirements on height, weight, and image. A good dance partner also requires the cooperation of the mind. One look, you can understand each other's movements, or a slight movement of the fingers , you will know what action the opponent will use next.

Yang Fei and Han Yiyi haven't danced for a while, but as soon as they enter the dance floor, they can cooperate seamlessly immediately. Without saying a word, both parties can know each other's thoughts and actions.

With such a good cooperation, the dance can be natural, agile, smooth and graceful.

Yang Fei and Han Yiyi immediately became the most eye-catching couple in the ballroom.

The two didn't give others a chance to invite. Every time the music sounded, the two got up and entered the dance floor.

After dancing for more than an hour, the two still have more to say.

It wasn't until Yang Fei's phone rang that Han Yiyi checked the time and realized that it was almost midnight.

The call was from Jiang Xiaojia.

"Brother, where are you?"

"I was out."

"I know you're outside! It's so loud on the phone. I'm home and I don't see you."

"Hehe, is your class reunion over?"

"They went to ktv to play cards and sing, but I didn't go."

"Why don't you go?"

"It's boring. I don't want to go. Even this kind of class reunion, I don't want to participate in it anymore."

"The morale is not high! Are you wronged?"

"It's not really a grievance. It's just what some students said, which hurts people."

"Then just don't worry about it."

"It was they who talked about work, and then about income. I just said a word, and they all gave me strange looks."

"What did you say?"

"I have a classmate who is in business. He said that he is so good that he can earn more than 5 yuan a month. I just said, how can I live with only [-] yuan a month? Just buy a set of clothes and a bag The bag was gone. Then the whole place became cold, and everyone looked at me like a monster. Am I wrong? One month and five months, it’s really not enough to spend, okay? I didn’t mean to look down on them! Why do they look at me like that? Brother, don’t you think so?”

Yang Fei sighed secretly, who can blame this?

Still not to blame him?

Who told him to spoil her?