"Since I'm not familiar with the capital yet, it's better to stay in the university for now," He Zhilan laughs.
"That's true," Bian Xiulin nods, "For now, the university is the safest place for you."
"Speaking of which, isn't Zhilan majoring in English?" Chen Yun abruptly inquires, then turns to Lin Chan, "Don't you have a friend who owns a restaurant? You could let Zhilan go there. Even if she can't learn much there, at the very least, she can practice speaking and make some foreign friends."
"Who asked you?" retorts Lin Chan, raising an eyebrow, "You know the restaurant I'm talking about, Zhilan. It's the one where Lan Li offered to take you on the day we first met, hoping to catch you making a fool of yourself. The owner is a purebred Brit and most of the clientele are foreigners. If you go there, your earnings might not necessarily be higher than at the university, but the key is you'll get to interact with other cultures and work on your spoken English."
