The restaurant's decor had a medieval air.
A television on an old wooden cabinet was showing BBC news.
On the screen, radical environmentalists unfurled banners in the streets, climbed Winston Churchill's statue, blocked traffic, and chanted, "For God's sake, we must care about the world," creating quite the "scenic attraction" on the streets of London.
Watching the footage, a white man in formal attire seated at a dining table clicked his tongue.
"They've clearly got too much time on their hands."
"Come to think of it, didn't this year's Nobel Peace Prize go to an environmentalist?"
"Yes, but obviously one Nobel Peace Prize won't placate them. We still need to find a way to tackle the root of the problem." The white man in the suit sighed. "If only London had a controlled fusion power station too."
"I think those illiterates who actually put their stupidity into practice might make things even more dangerous."
"...You have a point."
Overhearing their conversation from a distance, Lu Zhou looked up at the television. But the news had already moved on to a report about the food crisis in Central Africa.
While Lu Zhou was distracted, Chen Yushan quietly moved a sandwich from her plate to his. Despite her careful movements, he caught her red-handed when he turned back.
Her cheeks flushed when she realized he had noticed. Giving up on hiding it, Chen Yushan said softly,
"Eat a little more. Don't go hungry."
"Hmm... Aren't you eating?"
"I need to watch how much I eat."
"You don't need to. You're already slim enough... Besides, I think you're just fine as you are."
Chen Yushan wanted to say something, but she was too embarrassed with so many people around. In the end, she simply shot Lu Zhou a look, lowered her head, and