Under the direct instructions of Fang Heng, the waiter packed the dishes very quickly. In just a short while, several specialty dishes with liquor were finished being packed and filled in the porcelain lunch box.
"Take it away," Fang Heng handed it to Zheng Jiawei in a disgusted manner.
"Thank you," Zheng Jiawei thanked him with a smile and prepared to leave after he received the lunch box.
"Wait. Are the dishes of that restaurant really so delicious?" Fang Heng asked cautiously.
"What, are you curious?" Looking at Feng Heng, Zheng Jiawei teased him.
"Yes, I'm just asking," Fang Heng frankly admitted.
"They are truly delicious. At least Wu Hai is quite satisfied with them. He has taken that place as his canteen by now." Speaking of this, Zheng Jiawei felt both angry and funny.
"Ok, got it. You can leave now, bye bye." After hesitating for an instant, Fang Heng started to see his customers off.
