"That's right, drinking without eating isn't good for your health. Mr. Zhang, let's eat first." Liu Zhanyuan raised his head and said, then picked up his chopsticks.
Dong Zhiping was even more unruly, directly picking up his chopsticks and taking a bite of a Lion's Head meatball.
Zhang Wenhao and his son were holding their wine glasses, their faces looking quite unpleasant, gloomily staring at Qin Yi. Damn, so much talk from a cripple, sooner or later someone will cut off your tongue.
Zhang Wenhao, being an old hand, gestured to Zhang Hao to calm down, smiling, "Mr. Liu and Mr. Dong certainly know how to take care of themselves."
"The head chef of this hotel is said to be from a line of imperial chefs. The flavors of the dishes truly leave nothing to be desired," Zhang Hao said with a smile.
Qin Yi raised his head, curiously asking, "Is this your first time eating here too?"
"Uh..." Zhang Wenhao and his son's expressions turned stiff.
