Old Mo was incredibly lively.
There were adults, even middle-aged people, and quite a few minors, all boisterously stuffing themselves with meat and drinking.
The minors were especially amusing. Each one put on a solemn adult act, laughing and fooling around with girls in tow. In the entire restaurant, they were the ones with the most swagger.
As a result, quite a few people in the place watched those youngsters and reminisced about their own youth. Zhong Yuemin and the others were no exception.
"Look at them. We used to be like that too. But now that I see it, the more I look, the dumber it seems." Zhong Yuemin said it with a smile, but as his gaze settled on those young people, there was a trace of melancholy in his eyes.
Li Kuiyong gave a hey. "Well, Yuemin, I have to interrupt you there. That was your past. Brother Yan and I weren't like that. Old Mo's been talked about for years, and this is the first time the two of us have ever come."
"Read the room, Kuiyong. You brat are really ruining the mood." Zheng Tong laughed as he cursed him.
"It's the truth," Li Kuiyong said. "But I do think Yuemin got one thing right: the more you look at it, the dumber it seems."
"Hey, but seriously, why do we miss the old days?"
Zhang Haiyang swept his gaze around the room, patted the table, and raised his glass. "We miss that carefree happiness, that's all. We didn't think about anything—every day, we just thought about having fun, picking up girls, figuring out how to get some money to spend and eat something good. How could it be like that now? Come on, drink up."
Everyone drank a round, then continued along that topic,