"Look at him, he seems unable to accept the fact that he's old," Wang Qiran watched Ning Fengzhi slump onto the table, his eyes suddenly vacant as he mumbled to himself while fiddling with his phone. He found it quite amusing.
"Aren't you the same age as him? Both seasoned veterans of society," Dongfang Jingjing stared curiously at Wang Qiran. "Aren't you old?"
Wang Qiran froze for a second. "I'm old too?"
"Aren't you?"
Dongfang Jingjing retorted.
Wang Qiran joined Ning Fengzhi.
He was still a pure-hearted young man, how could he be considered old?
He didn't look old and experienced, did he? He looked quite young in the photos!
Then, he looked up at Zhuge Lan. This guy looked... why did he look younger than himself?!
"Brother Lan, why do they look so sad?" Dongfang Jingjing asked curiously, observing their expressions.
"Hmm... perhaps their youthful hearts were wounded just now," Zhuge Lan said with a smile. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
"Ah?"
Dongfang Jingjing asked in confusion, "How were they wounded?"
"By reality."
Zhuge Lan's words dealt them a second blow.
Fortunately, it seemed the power of money meant the dishes were served incredibly fast.
Before long, the table was almost full of food.
Seven dishes, one soup, and one dim sum.
One might have thought they were hosting a banquet.
"So much, it'll go to waste," Wang Qiran shook his head. He considered himself a man of great frugality from the core.
"Isn't rice free here?"
Dongfang Jingjing looked curiously at the bill.
"Yes."
The waiter, who hadn't gone far, hurried back to pour everyone a cup of tea and said.
Zhuge Lan looked at Xiao Yan, who was already salivating, and said, "Shall we start?"
Upon Zhuge Lan's words, Wang Qiran decided to retract his earlier statement about waste.
Five minutes.
The dishes on the table were gone.
He had only managed to eat a few bites leisurely; how were they all gone?
Xiao Yan had finished four bowls of rice, and Zhuge Lan and Dongfang Jingjing were also eating so fast!
And Ning Fengzhi too!
He was twice as fast as Wang Qiran!
"Order more food."
Dongfang Jingjing said, breathing slightly heavily, her face flushed and a fine sheen of sweat on her forehead. Clearly, she was affected by the spiciness.
However, this mild spiciness was manageable for her, and she was thoroughly enjoying it.
It wasn't until they left the restaurant that Wang Qiran realized what kind of people he had been eating with.
Of the five people at the table, everyone except him ate at least three times the normal amount.
Three times was Dongfang Jingjing's portion; the others, each ate five to six times more!
In the end, they had tried every dish on the menu. Wang Qiran essentially only got to taste a bite of each dish before it was wiped out.
"A hundred steps after a meal, live to ninety-nine," Ning Fengzhi patted his belly contentedly. There was a reason this restaurant had been around for a century. As he ate, he found he couldn't stop.
Although the mild spiciness was a bit plain for him, it was just right and complemented the food perfectly!
"Go to a bar later?"
Dongfang Jingjing had heard when they arrived that the bars in Shashi were quite good.