They had lunch at a restaurant by the Qinhuai River. Chen hansheng asked for a private room by the street.
The decoration in the private room was both modern and retro. Modern meant that there was a TV and air conditioning, and retro meant that the entrance was carved with flowers. The tables and chairs were also octagonal tables made of mahogany, giving off an antique atmosphere.
In addition, the windows of the private room were not pushed outward, and needed to be held up by a wooden stick. When Bian Shishi curiously opened the window, everyone in the room widened their eyes, afraid that the stick would fall.
If it hit the passerby, Ximen Qing, would they still be able to eat this meal?
"Why are you all looking at me like that?"
Bian Shi Shi closed the window, and everyone heaved a sigh of relief.
"No, no."
