"Qingnuan..." Gu Xiaoxiao uneasily tugged at Su Qingnuan's sleeve and whispered, "Are we really going in?"
At this moment, the two of them were already standing in front of the city's most luxurious restaurant—Fenghua Restaurant.
It's said that this establishment has a history spanning over a hundred years, having weathered countless wars and remaining standing to this day, thanks not only to the people behind it but also to the unparalleled skills of its chefs.
Many prominent figures in the city choose this place for their gatherings, no matter the occasion.
And Fenghua Restaurant's fame stemmed not just from its impeccable quality but from its exclusivity—money alone wasn't enough for a reservation.
Rumor has it that reservations here were fully booked through the end of the year.
Looking up at the shimmering golden sign of Fenghua Restaurant, Su Qingnuan swallowed nervously and nodded slightly, "The phone call did say so."
