The authentic Chinese cuisine greatly comforted the five people's Chinese stomachs.
After the meal, Sister Ling looked at Ye Wan with a playful expression, "Little sister, are we supposed to sneak away one by one now?"
Ye Wan nodded with a smile, ready to reply.
Then she saw the four of them quickly exchange a glance.
The sound of chairs creaking echoed as Sister Ling pushed He Sichen, Brother Fei pulled Cheng Shiyuan, and the four of them disappeared from the private room in the blink of an eye.
Ye Wan: ...
When the door was knocked, a young, handsome man with a chef's hat entered, "How was it? The taste hasn't changed, right?"
He looked like someone of mixed descent, with European features and the depth of Huaguo people, someone who would definitely turn heads on the street.
"Not bad."
Ye Wan nodded.
The man pulled off his chef's hat and casually tossed it onto the table, fixing his hair as he looked at Ye Wan, "How long are you staying?"
"A week, maybe. Why?"
