The small restaurant didn't have any private rooms, so the four of them had to settle down at a communal table in the back.
Ling Feng took care of the bill, leaving the task of ordering to Chen Yuhe, who naturally didn't hold back, ordering a veritable feast from the menu.
"I think you might as well just ask the chef to stir-fry the entire cookbook!" Ling Feng said, exasperated.
"That could work, unless the table isn't big enough!" Chen Yuhe challenged with a glance.
Since the restaurant was quite busy, they had to wait for a bit after placing their order. It was then that Ling Feng noticed Mo Jiaolan seemed uncomfortable, so he asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, it's nothing," Mo Jiaolan shook her head.
Despite her words, her expression gave her away, prompting Ling Feng to press on, "What really happened?"
Seeing that he was insistent, Mo Jiaolan glanced behind him, "That man keeps staring at me."
