"Damn!"
Han Qi suddenly stood up, and before he could take a step forward, two figures walked into the restaurant through the glass door.
Who else could it be if not Nan Jiaojiao and that Bo guy?
"Ah Qi, what are you doing?" Linda asked with her neck craned up to see him.
Han Qi scratched the back of his neck and used his chopsticks to pick up a piece of fish belly and put it in her bowl, saying perfunctorily, "The grass carp tastes pretty good, you should try it."
Linda gave him a strange look.
Isn't this steamed bass?
The dining table was rectangular, but the dishes in front of each person were separate, and each was of a unique flavor that didn't repeat.
Bo Yanching pulled out a chair, and as she sat down, he glanced at the portion in front of Nan Jiaojiao, which mostly consisted of Jianghu cuisine, along with two sweet dishes, sweet and sour fish and sugar-glazed spareribs. In front of everyone else was alcohol, only her spot had milk.
