The third dish came up empty, and so did the fourth. Duan Yunfei finally couldn't sit still.
"I suddenly remember, I arranged for drinks today with Le Zhao and Yijie last night." He stood up and said, "By now, Old Yang should have prepared lunch. We should head back first."
Old Yang was someone Shen Qinglan met last night, a chef at Duan Mansion, probably around forty years old, not tall, rather chubby, and he had a friendly smile.
"Huh?" Shen Qinglan was surprised, "But it's just past the hour of mao, and lunch is still a long way off!"
Duan Yunfei said with a straight face, "Oh, I arranged with Le Zhao last night to go boating today, so I asked Old Yang to prepare lunch early. Let's go back quickly!"
He was really afraid that if they kept sitting, Shen Qinglan would stuff herself.
"But..." Shen Qinglan said with a troubled look, "We haven't even finished tasting the dishes yet."
