Wu Zhou took Martin to the neighboring western restaurant for lunch, with which Martin was very satisfied. After all, Li Li's culinary skills were extraordinarily wonderful.
"Surprisingly, I can even eat such an authentic steak over here. It's sooo good. Thank you, Zhou," Martin said with satisfaction.
"Thank you for your recognition." Before Wu Zhou could say anything, the waitress beside them smiled and said.
"Actually, the Swedish Meatballs or White Wine Mussels cooked in that restaurant are also all top-notch delicacies. Of course, there's also the Roasted Pork. These are also foreign dishes." Wu Zhou said without a trace.
"But I don't believe that." Martin shrugged.
"Ok. It's time to go. Have you finished?" Wu Zhou didn't insist, but turned to ask him.
"Ok. Let's go." Martin nodded his head.
"Di Di Da Da, Di Di Da Da"
A sound of trumpets and the drums being played came to their ears.
