Looking at the SC Old Hotpot sign, Zhang Fan's eyes lit up.
Isn't this Uncle Feng's restaurant?
At the same time, in that instant, Gao Qi dashed inside.
He's a regular here, after all.
Especially since the start of last semester when Zhang Fan came here, he's been coming two or three times a week.
"Uncle Feng, table seven, Fan is here too, is there enough food?"
Seeing Gao Qi, Feng Zheng also smiled broadly.
"I'll call someone to prepare the dishes right away, don't worry, it won't take more than half an hour, you can have a bite first."
But then, Feng Zheng said: "Table seven? There aren't enough tables here!"
The next moment, he said to a few tables nearby: "Hey brothers, how about wrapping it up for today? The young fellow I told you about last time is here, give us a break, come anytime this week, on the house."
Instantly, a few people eating at those tables laughed: "Hey, Old Feng, what's the courtesy, I know about last time, let's settle the bill and we'll leave now."
