The pork belly sizzled with oil on the grill.
There was a 1.25-liter bottle of cola beside the table.
That's right.
Not beer, not yellow wine, not red wine, and certainly not white spirits.
Although they were talking about booking a hotel room afterward to continue chatting about life and literature and their ideals, Jiang Chen's straightforwardness actually proved his honesty.
Booking a room requires mutual consent.
He wouldn't engage in trickery or deceit using alcohol.
"There's a lot of meat here, the owner is really generous, no wonder business is so good."
He deliberately asked the waiter if this restaurant had recently opened, and was told it hadn't; it's been open for two years.
Hah.
It's quite disorienting.
It's not that the restaurant is new, but rather that they've been away for too long.
"Did we order too much?"
