Though Lu Zheng now had four women, and the four of them often spent time together,
he still occasionally made time to enjoy a world for two with each of them.
Today, he had not driven the Master M8. Instead, he drove the Aeolus, letting the evening breeze blow over him all the way to the KASAMUVA restaurant on the inner riverbank.
What a coincidence—just after entering, he spotted the restaurant owner, Sanders, at the bar.
"Lu! Lin!"
After several years apart, Sanders still remembered Lu Zheng and Lin Wan's surnames.
"Hello, Sanders. Two years have passed, and you haven't changed at all," Lu Zheng said with a smile.
"I haven't changed at all, but the two of you have only become younger and more beautiful," Sanders said with a chuckle. "Being young is wonderful."
"Thank you!"
Lin Wan linked her arm through Lu Zheng's, and the two walked over to Sanders. Lu Zheng held out his hand, but Sanders gave him a hug instead.
"We didn't make a reservation. Are there still any seats available?" Lu Zheng asked.
"Of course. There is always a reserved table in the restaurant," Sanders said with a smile, personally leading them to a window-side corner at the very back of the restaurant.
Lu Zheng shrugged. "I knew I couldn't go wrong coming here."
"Of course!"
Lu Zheng pulled out Lin Wan's chair, and Sanders pulled out Lu Zheng's. The waiter standing nearby immediately poured them two glasses of lemon water and brought over the menus.
"Last year, I hired a Michelin three-star chef who was traveling in China. Would you two like to try his signature filet mignon?" Sanders asked.
"Of course. Two portions!" Lu Zheng held up two fingers.
Sanders waved for the waiter to place the order, then smiled at them.