"Idiot, fool!"
In the end, Lu Yuansong just cursed a couple of times, then turned around and headed toward the private room.
Lu Chen, who flinched and stood there, appeared somewhat bewildered.
No, Dad, at the very least, you should tell me what to do now.
...
In the classically styled private room, a glass lamp hung from the high ceiling, illuminating the entire space brightly and warmly.
Accompanied by the faint sound of music, Lu Conglin's enthusiastic greetings frequently echoed.
"Come, come, Mr. Zhou, everyone, have a taste of this 'Three-ways Precious Crab,' it's the specialty here..."
Lu Conglin probably timed it well because the kitchen served the dishes very quickly. Every dish came in two identical portions, symmetrically placed on both sides of the table, to avoid the awkwardness of passing dishes around as much as possible.
