Ling Youmei had no choice but to push the dining car back.

When she arrived at the kitchen again, the chef had already left after work. Ling Youmei called him back.

"Boss, this young master is too difficult to serve." Chef Xu said awkwardly.

He had been a chef for so many years, but he had never met such a picky customer. One moment, he felt it was too bland, and the next moment, he felt it was too salty. A dinner of 24 dishes was repeated three times by him.

Ling Youmei was also very unhappy in her heart, but there was nothing she could do. Master Ho was the VIP of their inn, he had booked the entire floor as soon as he arrived, and the amount of money he earned by serving his Eldest Young Master alone was more than what her inn earned in a week.

"I'll give you three times your salary. You must find a way to satisfy Master Ho." Ling Youmei encouraged him in a low voice.

Chef Xu gritted his teeth, "Alright, I'll try my best!"

After another two hours, Ling Youmei pushed the dining cart again and knocked on the VIP door.

"Master Ho, your dinner is here." She tried her best to smile and said politely.

Ho Shaohui looked straight at her, giving off an indescribable pressure: "Do you know that it's almost 12 o'clock? Is there an inn that only lets guests have dinner at 12 o'clock?"

..." "Ling Youmei tried her best to put on a smile and apologized," I'm sorry to have made you wait for so long. We will definitely pay attention next time. "

In his heart, he thought to himself, If it wasn't for your Young Master being so picky and making us send dinner over three times, it wouldn't have come to this.

"Get out!" Ho Shaohui narrowed his eyes, a cold light flashed past, and he said coldly.

"Then what about dinner?" Ling Youmei could not help but ask.

"Push them out together. This young master is not hungry anymore." Ho Shaohui glanced at her coldly, his cold tone was filled with an imposing aura.

"Alright, Master Ho!" Ling Youmei's eyes were wide open, she was speechless in her heart, but she still tried her best to calm down her anger. She respectfully replied to him and pushed the dining cart out of his VIP room.

It couldn't be helped, she was the one who opened the inn, customers were gods.

Moreover, this Master Ho was a VIP customer of her inn. Even if he wanted to torment her, she had to think of a way to deal with him.

After all, she opened the door to do business, so she couldn't choose customers. Earning money was her top priority.

Ling Youmei tried her best to take a deep breath and decided to endure it.

But she didn't expect that in the next few days, this Master Ho would use different methods to torture her every day.

Either she had to wake him up at six o'clock sharp every day, ask her to clean his suite, or pick on the food in her inn...

Ling Youmei really felt exhausted.

She had opened this guesthouse for two years and had received many guests from all over the world, but she had never met anyone as difficult to serve as Master Ho.

No wonder the waiters in the inn were afraid of him and made him the most difficult guest in their inn.

Ling Youmei even suspected that he was a spy sent by Ono Inn across the street to cause trouble at her inn.

Under the continuous devastation of this Master Ho for a few days, Ling Youmei's period successfully arrived early.

When Joe sent her the message, she had just come out of the inn's bathroom.

In the past few days, in order to serve Master Ho wherever she went, Ling Youmei had moved into an inn and had not returned home for several days.

Just as she picked up her phone, she saw the latest message from Joe.

"Where is it? I'll send someone to pick you up!"

Only then did Ling Youmei remember that tomorrow was the weekend again, and she and Joe had made an appointment last week to meet at the hot spring resort in M City next door.

"My aunt came early, so I can't go." Ling Youmei replied helplessly.

"Come over first!" Joe sent her another message.

Ling Youmei's eyes flashed, her expression was a little surprised. She had already told him that she was going to her period and couldn't do it anymore, so why did he call her over?

Every time they met before, it was for that kind of thing.

Now that it was inconvenient for her to do it, he still called her over. Could it be that he wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with her?

Just as Ling Youmei was puzzled, the walkie-talkie on the table suddenly rang.

"Boss, that Master Ho just came back. He asked you to personally make a cup of coffee and send it to his room."

"Alright, I got it!" Ling Youmei sighed, feeling depressed in her heart. That master was going to order her around again.

She personally made a cup of coffee and went to the door of the VIP room. Before she could knock, a man's magnetic voice came from inside, "Come in!"

Ling Youmei hesitantly pushed open the door and walked in with the coffee.

There was no one in the living room, so she walked towards the bedroom.

Just as she pushed open the bedroom door, she saw Ho Shaohui lying naked on the bed, with only a white towel wrapped around him.

The items on the big bed had already been specially changed by him. It was an imported foreign brand with four sets of bed supplies. One look at the material and one could tell that it was expensive.

"Master Ho, your coffee!" Ling Youmei smiled politely.

"Do you know how to massage?" Ho Shaohui laid there motionlessly and asked in a lazy voice.

"No!" Ling Youmei replied without hesitation.

Even if she did, she wouldn't be responsible for providing him with services. She wasn't a masseuse or a miss.

"You, an innkeeper, don't even know how to massage? How do you serve guests?" Ho Shaohui raised his eyelids, a hint of sarcasm on his handsome face, and scolded without hiding anything.

... "" Ling Youmei's face froze, she was angry in her heart.

This was a regular inn, alright? She was not in charge of providing the services of massage at all!

Clenching her fists, Ling Youmei tried her best to squeeze out a smile: "Master Ho, if you need anything in this area, I can help you contact a special massage / Miss to come over and serve you."

"I don't want a massage / Miss, I just want you..." Ho Shaohui deliberately paused for a moment. His handsome face was unfathomable, and his sexy thin lips curled up. "Give me a massage!"

"I'm sorry, I don't know how!" Ling Youmei could not help but frown, emphasizing again.

"If you don't know how to, you can learn?" Ho Shaohui's eyes were dark, and his thin lips curled up in a bewitching arc: "If you come and massage me personally, I will give you ten times the tip!"

"I really won't. If Master Ho doesn't have any other instructions, I'll be leaving first!" Ling Youmei suppressed the anger in her heart, pretended to be calm, and turned to leave.

She was afraid that if she did not leave now, she would really be unable to resist arguing with him.

This Master Ho was really too annoying. It was fine if he made things difficult for her two days ago, but today, he even asked her to give him a massage.

Ling Youmei thought about it for a moment and felt that she shouldn't continue to indulge him. Even if he was a VIP client, she still had her dignity.

Ling Youmei narrowed her eyes and decided to agree to Joe's request to go with him to the resort in M City next door, temporarily avoiding direct contact with this Master Ho.