Abel did not lie to David.

His date at noon was really not a Hollywood actress.

But a famous New York socialite.

It was in the upper class society of New York,

D. Ikana Lerner, who is much more famous than her own father, D. Ted Lerner.

It has been almost half a month since I last met Ikana.

This time it was Abel who asked her out to have lunch together.

The place for lunch was "Modern Hotel Steakhouse", a three-star restaurant in the Upper East Side.

That’s right, the name of this restaurant is “Modern Hotel Steakhouse”.

The English name is steak shop in a modern hotel, which is the literal translation of the name.

Chinese people look weird, but many stores and companies in the United States actually have names like this.

This store features beautiful views overlooking Central Park.

As well as a variety of delicious steaks and American catering.

The price is actually not expensive, the per capita consumption is about 90$.

Well, to the average working-class American.

Still quite expensive.

Abel chose the restaurant because he liked the steak here.

But the location is chosen by Ikana and determined by her.

"The chef of this restaurant once worked in my house."

Sitting opposite Abel, today Ikana is wearing a white top with a hint of purple, and a lavender skirt on the bottom, with the skirt swaying slightly.

Her beautiful long golden hair hangs around her waist, and her big blue eyes are unfathomable.

On her feet were white high-heeled shoes, probably about 10 centimeters tall.

Matching her height,

Abel felt that when she stood up, she might not be shorter than him.

This is also a standard Yangma, a little taller than Liv Tyler who is 178cm.

Very beautiful, very modern woman, very exquisitely dressed and well-dressed.

"I like the steak here." Abel said with a smile, admiring her clearly carefully dressed face:

“Many people like their steak medium-rare, medium-rare, or even medium-rare.

Maybe I'm weird, I like it well-done."

"It just so happens that this restaurant can cook the steaks fully cooked and ensure a certain degree of tenderness."

“That’s why I like to eat here.”

After hearing Abel's request for steak, D. Ikana Lerner was slightly surprised.

Her father also likes steak well-done.

That's why she asked the current chef of this restaurant to be her personal chef.

But that was several years ago.

At that time, the chef was not so famous.

Later, when her father went bankrupt for the seventh time, he couldn't afford a private chef.

This chef who could make a well-cooked steak tender and tender left the Lerner family.

She smiled and said: "Okay. This hobby of yours is not bad.

Eating fully cooked food is easier to digest and is better for the body.”

Abel shrugged, and then the waiter from the restaurant came over.

"Good afternoon, sir and madam." The pretty waitress smiled and had a first-class service attitude.

But her service was interrupted.

A male chef in his fifties wearing a tall hat appeared behind her.

"Lina, let me do it." The chef said to the maid with a smile.

"Chef Stephen?!" the waiter said in surprise.

"Let me come, okay? Lina."

"OK."

The female waiter left quickly. She couldn't afford to offend the most important chef in the store.

"Mr. Smith, is this the old rule?" After the waiter Lina walked away in surprise.

The chef, wearing a chef's costume, came to Abel and D. Ikana Lerner with a smile and said.

"Mr. Stephen?" Ikana whispered in surprise when she saw the chef.

"You know? Oh, Stephen used to be your father's chef."

Abel smiled beside him and then said:

"That's right, just stick to the old rules.

Also....Dear Stephen, how are you thinking about it?"

Ikana doesn't know what Abel's "old rules" are.

She was more curious now about what Abel asked Stephen to consider.

"Think it over carefully." Stephen, the chef of this restaurant, responded with a smile:

"Mr. Smith, I'd love to work for you.

I have submitted my resignation to my former boss, the day after tomorrow at the latest.

Then I can go to your place to report."

"Very good."

Abel smiled and said, "That way, I can eat the steak you cooked every day."

"It's a great honor~" Stephen bowed slightly and said with a smile.

"you..."

Ikana stood aside and said in a surprised tone.

"It's just as you thought." Abel smiled, "I particularly like Stephen's cooking skills.

I extended an invitation to him last week.

Obviously, Stephen agreed to my request."

"Yes." Stephen said with a smile, "I have already submitted my resignation."

After hearing this, Ikana didn't know what to say.

After a few seconds, she said leisurely:

"If this is the case, Abel, the owner of this restaurant will hate you to death."

"That has nothing to do with me." Abel shrugged:

"Stephen is more willing to work for me. That proves that my conditions are more attractive to Stephen."

"Are you right? Stephen."

"You are right, sir."

Seeing Stephen's cooperation, the protagonist smiled and said: "Let's order this lady's food first."

"OK."

"Ms. Ikana." Stephen obviously still remembered Ikana. He smiled and said, "What would you like to eat? Is it the same as before?"

"Yes." Ikana said, "Please give me medium rare...forget it."

She changed her words: "Bring me a well-done steak, too."

She suddenly wanted to try the flavors that her father and Abel liked.

"Okay. I'll make arrangements right away. Mr. Smith, please wait a moment."

"no problem."

Stephen left.

Ikana couldn't help but look at Abel and found that the latter was looking down at Central Park.
To be continued...