There is a Japanese restaurant near Cheongdam-dong, Seoul. It is much more famous than Yoona's small shop, and of course it is much more expensive.

A sports car stopped on the back street of the restaurant. There is an elevator directly to the top floor. The private room on the top floor and the lobby on the first and second floors are separated.

Because of the famous place, there are often big stars and politicians booking private rooms here.

Park Tae-yeon, who was about to open the door and get off the car, looked at Secretary Kim who was the coachman for the night: "You really don't eat?"

"No, I'm so tired. I still have work tomorrow. I'll go back early to rest. I'll leave later and get off. I'll arrange a car to take you there."

Park Tae-young nodded, then walked directly to the elevator. The waiter who had been waiting had a long time ago sat down without asking much questions and informed the guests upstairs of the arrival.

For Park Tae-yeon, a place that usually needs to be made a reservation a month in advance is just a matter of a secretary's phone call.

Of course, the difficulty of making an appointment only refers to the private room here, and the difficulty is related to the level of the appointment.

For celebrities, it is linked to your popularity. For example, if they really want to come here to eat, there is no need to be a month in advance, basically one week.

The same is true for business and politicians. Of course, they can come on the same day when they meet the Samsung Li family, but they also want to like this place.

Under the guidance of the waiter, he came to a private room, and a set of tableware had been prepared on the table.

"Do you need to use your own special tableware?"

"Ah? OK, the other one is Seo Hyun, Girls' Generation, she should have it too, right?"

"Well, I know, she is a regular customer here." The beautiful waiter said with a smile, handing Park Tae-yeon a towel and wiping his hands, then pouring tea and retreating.

Park Tae-yeon was not in a hurry to order food, but took off his coat and drank tea quietly.

I rarely eat alone with Mannei in my memory. Today, I ended my visit today and said that I was hungry and wanted to ask him to have a midnight snack.

Of course, Park Tae-yeon would not refuse. If his family still lived upstairs in Girls' Generation, he might directly invite the other party to go home and cook for the other party to eat.

But now, not to mention the address problem that has been exposed recently, Secretary Jin took him out when he came out, and he was photographed by reporters, let alone the invitation in the middle of the night has passed.

Besides, there is no one at home, and I have a girlfriend now. Although my girlfriend wants to refuse to admit the relationship between them now, I still need to pay attention to this aspect.

Not long after, the waiter came in with two wooden boxes.

"Please feel free to use, it has been cleaned."

Park Tae-young nodded and signaled the other party to put it down, and the other party exited the room again.

Park Tae-yeon looked at the two wooden boxes, which was also a marketing method for the other party. Celebrities who came here to eat would keep a pair of such special tableware. For ordinary guests, seeing so many celebrities come here to eat, they would certainly be high-end, elegant and upscale.

After thinking about pulling the wooden box for transferring tableware from myself and Mai Nei, he then took out his phone and adjusted the angle.

"Have you been waiting for a long time?"

Just after taking a photo, I saw the waiter coming to open the door and walked in happily.

"It didn't take long!" Park Tae-yeon pushed the tableware opposite him: "I haven't ordered the order yet, I've come here a little, I don't know what you like to eat."

"I'll give you a portion of eel rice and another portion of time vegetables. Where are you, senior?"

While taking off his coat and handing it to the waiter to hang it up, Xu Xian said smoothly what he wanted to eat, and there was no need to be polite between them.

Park Tae-yeon thought for a while and said with a smile: "Soba and pork chop rice."

"Okay, wait a moment, and make arrangements for you soon."

The waiter took the door again and brought it with him, leaving only two people in the room.

Park Tae-yeon took Seo Hyun's cup and poured her tea. She leaned forward and took Park Tae-yeon's tableware box over and put it with hers.

Park Tae-young looked at him with a funny look, and the other party took out his cell phone and took a photo with him.

"It seems that you come here often?"

"No, Sooyoung and Ouni are here to spend together, and I invite friends all the time." After taking the photo, Seo Hyun picked up Park Tae-yeon's tableware box and began to carefully observe his signature on it.

Park Tae-yeon nodded as he listened to the other party's answer. Tae-yeon didn't like going out very much, but Yoona had her own Japanese restaurant, and most of them went to Yoona's restaurant when they came out to eat together.

My husband probably came to eat because he lived nearby.

"Have you seen my signature?" Park Tae-yeon was asked curiously as he looked at his signature.

"Yes, senior, didn't I send me a signature album?" Xu Xian raised her eyes and replied, but she didn't change the tableware in her hand, but instead pushed it over.

Park Tae-yeon was stunned for a long time, and then he didn't care too much, as it was cleaned up anyway.

"Have you made peace?"

Park Tae-yeon looked at the other person with a funny look.

"What, are we quarreling?" Xu Xian immediately pretended to be innocent, his eyes widened, and he looked like he didn't know what you were talking about.

Park Tae-yeon didn't continue to talk about this topic and made it boring. Before, this busyboy didn't pay attention to him because of his, Taeyeon and Yoona.

So yesterday after receiving the other party's call, Park Tae-yeon immediately said that he would come to see her perform today. Well, I did forget about the other party's premiere before, and Yoona didn't mention it to him, otherwise he should have come to watch it with Yoona. Anyway, as seniors who have been here, everyone will not misunderstand anything.

"In my memory, it seems that there is no such thing as dating a senior alone?"

"Cough cough cough." Park Tae-yeon, who happened to pick up the tea cup to drink tea, was choked directly.

Huinei smiled prankly, then took his towel and handed it to the other party.

Park Tae-young took it and wiped his face casually, then noticed that there was lipstick and a faint perfume smell on the towel, and quickly put it down and glared.

"I'm not afraid of Lin Yuner beating you when I'm dating you."

"Of course I'm not afraid, don't you report it to her."

"ah?"

"I just took the photo, didn't you tell Yoona and Oni that you were having dinner with me?"

Park Tae-yeon shook his head, not explaining anything, just thinking it was fun. Although Mai Nai was his junior, he was still an idol in his previous life.

In the past, I could only see this on TV. Now I am very magical and have similar tableware and signatures, so I can't help but put it together to take photos.

"Does senior like Taeyeon Oni more or Yoona Oni more?"

Xu Xian suddenly leaned on the table with both hands, then dragged his chin and asked seriously.

"???" Park Tae-yeon looked at the other party and avoided talking about these things. Why did she mention it again?

"The ones you ordered just now are all the ones Taeyeon and Oni like to eat. By the way, last time we recorded a show here, Oni seems to have ordered this one."

"Well, tts, I remembered it when I saw the eel rice Hershey Vegetable you ordered."

Xu Xian's neck tilted: "Are you not going to answer for me? I'm really curious about how one person likes two people. This is very opposite to the love theories you taught me before?"

Park Tae-yeon was speechless for a moment, and then slapped his forehead.

"You can't break up now, I blame me for instigating you to fall in love when I got married!"

Seo Hyun didn't say anything and gave Park Tae-yeon a big roll of eyes.
Chapter completed!