Hearing Su Qing agree so readily, Tian Qiu was delighted. He quickly smiled and said, "I've already booked a table. Comrade Su Qing, where are you staying? How about I come and pick you up?"
"No need," Su Qing said. "Just tell me where we're eating. I'll get there myself."
"Alright, then." Tian Qiu smiled, not insisting on picking her up. From their last interaction, he had some understanding of Su Qing's temperament.
Around noon, Su Qing arrived at the restaurant Tian Qiu had booked. It was a private kitchen, somewhat similar to the one owned by Li Huan's uncle. Now that the market had improved, quite a few private kitchens had opened up in Beijing. Several of them were excellent, and this Qianwei House was one of them.
