At noon, Bai Yunpeng suddenly called. "Chen Gu, come out and have lunch with me. There's something inconvenient to talk about over the phone; we need to meet face to face."
Chen Gu was a bit puzzled and guessed it might be related to the current predicament he was facing. He arrived on time at the restaurant Bai Yunpeng had mentioned. It was an ancient Chinese restaurant that seemed not to have been renovated in many years. The holographic neon sign at the door, combined with the all-wooden decor, surprisingly matched well—so much so that for a moment, Chen Gu felt this era should look exactly like this.
Dressed in casual wear, Bai Yunpeng came with several guards and sat down with Chen Gu in the reserved private room. The enthusiastic chef, wearing a white hat, personally came over and chatted familiarly with Bai Yunpeng. "Brother Bai, it's been a while since you last came. What's the matter, is my eight-treasure duck or steamed mixed rice not to your liking anymore?"
