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Miao Xian glanced at him lightly, "Don't expect to get any ideas from me."
This brat was being overly attentive for no reason; he didn't believe the brat was just inviting him out for a simple meal.
Miao Ruochen chuckled awkwardly, "Old man, my restaurant's business isn't doing well. I just want to invite you over to boost its prestige."
Actually, the restaurant's business wasn't as bad as Miao Ruochen claimed. It's just that his ambitions were too high; seeing his family's restaurant not doing as well as the "First Floor Restaurant" made him incredibly anxious. If his old man were willing to sit for a while at the restaurant, it would surely put "First Floor Restaurant" in its place.
Upon hearing this, Miao Xian's face darkened, "You want me to drum up business for you?!"
Asking a dignified Prime Minister to act as a walking advertisement for a restaurant—the kid must be itching for a beating!
