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It was a high-end specialty restaurant serving a broad range of indigenous food—for example, Mud-Baked Beggar's Chicken and Mud-Wrapped Barbeque Goat, to name a few.
Foreigners mostly patronized the restaurant. It wasn't that the locals didn't eat there, but most people wouldn't be able to afford that sort of lifestyle.
Fu Sichen looked through the menu. Indeed there were hundreds of dishes, and all of them were rather unique. A part of him was angry to the point of being murderous.
But who exactly was he angry with, he wasn't quite sure himself. In the end, his primary concern was still Pei Zhen, and he ordered a few dishes according to Pei Zhen's taste.
"You have to eat some even if you're trying to lose weight."
"Cut down on the wine though, leave the entertainment to Xiao Nian to handle."
"Even if I'm not by your side, you have to look after yourself."
