"Since we've run into them, there's no need to look for another room."
"Let's sit here, shall we?"
Before the waiter could speak, Wang Dong'er let out an "Ah!"
"Which friend of yours?"
"Another little vixen?"
"I don't want to sit with strangers."
Long Yaochen: "?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It's not as if I only know women."
"Don't worry. She's not a vixen, and they aren't strangers... or even people."
"Besides, you might not have to pay."
If he ate with the two of them, he would only end up sitting on the sidelines while they chatted.
He might as well join Xiong Jun and Bi Ji instead.
It was a good chance to see how they had settled in over the past few days.
"I won't have to pay?"
Wang Dong'er's eyes lit up.
But then she noticed that Long Yaochen seemed to have put particular emphasis on the word "people."
"Not people... then what are they?"
A chill ran down her back, and she clung more tightly to Meng Hongchen's arm.
Long Yaochen pointed at the waiter beside them, at a loss for words.
"Do you think a restaurant like this would let in whatever you're imagining?"
The waiter, who had already been hesitating, felt his headache worsen.
"Well..."
"You must be joking, sir."
Long Yaochen did not look as though he was lying.
After a moment's hesitation, the waiter steeled himself and opened the door.
The moment it swung open, a rich aroma washed over them.
Beside the enormous carved rosewood table sat just two figures, one large and one small.
Yet an entire table's worth of delicacies stood before them.
When Bi Ji saw someone enter, she immediately set down her chopsticks.
Even Xiong Jun paused, lowering the huge pork hock he had been