"This tastes just like something Uncle Cao used to make! I haven't had this flavor in so long."
Pietro sounded slightly excited.
"Even the food we had a few days ago wasn't this delicious." Wanda nodded in agreement.
"Then it seems we came to the right address, and your Uncle Cao didn't write down the wrong one either. He's here."
Only then did Leo smile at the look on their faces.
"But when Uncle Cao was in Sokovia, he only ran a tiny little restaurant. He couldn't possibly have been this wealthy!"
"And Uncle Cao only came back a few years ago, yet that waiter said this restaurant has been open for thirty years."
Wanda and Pietro both voiced their doubts.
"Let's eat first. Afterward, we'll go find the owner, and all our questions will be answered."
Leo looked helplessly at the two before him. Such a minor matter had somehow made them anxious and left them agonizing over it for so long.
The main problem was that they had remained stuck instead of trying to verify the answer, relying solely on their own guesses.
The entire restaurant gradually grew lively, and the twins ate a little faster than usual.
Perhaps the taste of the memories in their hearts had enhanced the meal. After finishing, the twins felt unusually satisfied and became even more eager.
In the end, Leo had no choice but to call over a waiter and ask if the owner could come over for a chat.
"Was there something wrong with the food? Or were you dissatisfied with the service?"
When Leo asked to see the owner, the waiter grew flustered, afraid that he had done something wrong.
"No, no, it has nothing to do with you. We're just here looking for someone."
After Leo explained, the