Food rush

After clearing the police misunderstanding and narrating them, the entire event inside, Natasha and the bodyguard left that place and let the police do the rest of the cleaning. For Natasha, she got her vanity bag back, which was more than enough for her.

Now back to the main plot: It was already 12:30 PM, and Xin hadn't reached the restro yet. Professor Han and his friend were already at the restro and had been waiting for Xin.

Ding Dong~~

Came a sound from the main door of the restro telling someone has entered. Professor Han stood up to take a peek and found it was Xin, the MVIP that they had been waiting for.

"Mr. Xin, here." Called out Professor Han.

Since it was a small family restaurant and many people came and went around, Professor Han had reserved a seat in the far-off corner of that place and invited Xin to come there.

Xin went near the table numbered 7 and had a seat with the Professor. Before them was a person in his 30s with trimmed beards and rectangular-rimmed glasses. Judging from the getup, he looked like one of those nerd scientists who go around with their white lab coat on, and the same case was applicable here.

"Mr. Xin, this is my friend about whom I was talking about."

"Hello," greeted the person in the white lab coat.

Xin nodded and greeted him back. After taking a good look at him, Xin determined that person was someone whom he had never met in his previous life.

"Okay, let me introduce myself first. I am the Project Manager, also the Chief software development engineer of the Nen Enterprises. My name is Nen."

"Huh," frowned Xin and sat straight on the sofa from his comfortable position. "Then you are also the owner of your company?"

"Yes, I am also the owner."

Professor Han intervened in between their talks and asked them to order the dishes they like. Nen and Professor Han ordered curry rice and chicken steak for them, while Xin ordered soup and some French fries for him.

While the three of them were eating, Xin was the only one eating quietly. The other two were eating and reminiscing about their childhood and university day memories.

Xin was in a hurry and wanted to get out of there after striking a deal with them for collecting the fruits, but the two of them were busy in their old memories and gossiping for hours like neighborhood aunties.

Xin wanted to do something about it, but Professor Han was also there. He had yet to spend one whole year in his class as a student. Doing something rude would have left a bad impression on him.

Amidst his talk, Professor Han noticed that Xin had already completed his soup and was about to finish the fries. Since their talk had just started and he didn't want Xin to leave in the middle, he asked to order something for him.

Xin shook his head and politely refused. But then Nen, too, insisted on ordering something. Both of them were there for business talks, but they were getting indulged in leisurely conversations since they met after so long. The thing that was missing at that time was a bottle of sake or some bottles of beer. But to their misfortune, it was a family restaurant, not a Japanese Izakaya, or else their reunion party would have continued till night.

Seeing none of them showed signs of stopping and forcing him to order some food so that he would stay there for an extended period, Xin got pissed and thought of an idea to stop their talks.

"Waiter, here, please," Xin called the waiter and asked him to bring the menu again. As he was willing to order more food, the waiter brought the menu instantly and handed it over to Xin.

"Mhm…. How many chefs do you have here?" Xin asked while turning over the pages of the menu books.

The waiter was bewildered by his question. Even then, he answered his question, "Sir, we have one executive chef, two head chefs, and five sous chefs."

"Oh, nice. You have a perfect group here."

"Yes, sir." Replied the waiter and asked why was he asking about the chefs all of a sudden? Was the food not up to their standard?

Xin nodded and said he was somewhat hungry and wanted to order some variety of dishes as soon as possible. The waiter was confused about it. Because if he wanted to order, he could have ordered as the others do, why ask about the chef count. And soon, he found the answer to his question.

"Ah, bring three chicken steaks, three butter naan, three plates Manchurian, one plate butter chicken, and some fried noodles."

Hearing his order exceeding fifty thousand yens, the waiter gulped and pondered whether that customer was pulling a prank on him or really wanted to order all things.

Though Nen was busy in his talks with Professor Han, he noticed the waiter's hesitation and took out his exclusive black diamond card and put it on the table.

The waiter understood they were not pulling a prank on him and went to the kitchen running to inform the chefs about it.

The card was still there, and Nen went back to his chatting again. Till then, he had the idea that Xin had ordered all those foods for the three of them. As every item was ordered thrice, but little later, he did find that the whole set of the order was for him alone, and no outsiders allowed.

And he came to know this fact when Xin stood up abruptly and went to sit on an oversized table beside them. Both the friends looked at him and asked him in unison, "What happened, Mr. Xin, any problem?"

Xin laughed at their question and replied that the table they had booked was somewhat small and may not be able to contain all the dishes he had ordered. So he moved to a larger place to accommodate all the dishes in one place.

The door of the kitchen opened, and a massive flavor bomb exploded in the air. The hot and spicy smell of the dishes was prevailing in the entire restro.