"Find another place?"
Lin Qingyuan's face instantly clouded over. "Xiongzi, it's this late, and you're telling me to find another place?"
"You shouldn't have agreed if you couldn't do it. Now you're telling us to find another place? Is there even enough time?" Feng Lulu was also fuming, crossing her arms in frustration.
Lin Liping also asked, "Brother Xiong, Elder Xiong really didn't call my father. Could there have been some mistake?"
Xiongzi looked rather embarrassed, spreading his hands and gesturing at his surroundings.
Because his restaurant was in a small, converted residence, Fragrant Food Pavilion only had nine private rooms when it first opened—one large and eight small.
They were named after the great mountains and rivers of the country.
Beyond those, there was a main dining hall converted from the courtyard, which could hold six square tables. It was also completely full.
